Pretty Polly
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A STORY ABOUT TWO KINKY CROSSDRESSERS HAVING LEOTARD AND PANTYHOSE ENCASEMENT FUN.
I used to work in a hosiery/lingerie section in a department store. The manager was always impressed at my expertise on hosiery. During my shift customers would often leave with a fresh pair of tights or fishnets whether they needed them or not. They had no idea that in private I enjoyed crossdressing, calling myself Polly, and hitting on hunks in skintight stocking masks, in order to sit and rub my skintight Lycra and pantyhose arse on their nylon squashed face. One day this weird portly guy came into the department. He must have been in his late 40's with dark thin hair, a big dome of a forehead and thin dark hair. Probably the type who buys tights for his ‘wife’ I thought.
'That's him,' squealed Emma. Apparently this fellow had been banned from the store for stealing silky panties, small swimsuits and a shiny black girdle. My cock was hard as iron under my own tights and panties, just hearing Emma say tights, panties and swimsuits. To look at him, he wasn't much. He had the dopey expression of a pervert.
‘He’s like ewww!’ said Emma. ‘I told my boyfriend that he should security given him a thump, when they caught him,’ she said, biting her lip, and eyeing him with suspicion. ‘I should call security,’ she said, brushing her hand over the hips, through he tight pencil skirt. She had such a curvy and amazing arse. I often thought about how the seat of her tight skirt would look like with my cum dribbling over it. What she didn’t know was that I would meet up with her boyfriend Ray and suck his rock hard cock through my stocking mask. But most of my favourite sexual experiences were with guys who didn't fit into the classical hunk mode. Eventually a secretary guard escorted him out. I asked Emma to watch the store, as I had to pop out somewhere. Outside I caught up with the pervert. I got his attention, looked round and said ‘It’s okay. I understand. You like panties and shiny leotards?'
He nodded and smiled like an imbecile. I looked around and then whispered to him. I pulled the waistband of my trousers open, so he could see the waist band of my black tights and white panty girdle.
'I'm also wearing an ultra-pad pantyliner,’ I smiled. ‘Feels good. There's nothing to be ashamed of. I want to help. You can say no, if you want, but I have loads of tights at mine. Panties, leotards, everything. You want to come round sometime?’
'I'd like that, yeah!'
‘What’s your name?’
‘Harry.’
I told him to meet me after work. While on my afternoon break I bought a pair of 30 denier semi-sheer, shimmer, cinnamon tights for myself and black pearlescent glossy tights for Harry.
‘Are these for your hot date this weekend?’ smiled Emma as she served me. She knew I had a thing for tights and actually believed me when I said I bought them for the girls I dated, when she didn’t know that I usually bought them so I could wear them for her boyfriend.
‘You could say that,’ I winked.
At my place I gave Harry a drink. I was lounging around in an old white t-shirt and a pair of skintight blue Lycra shorts. I smoothed my arse. Harry grinned. I made sure to bend over as often as I could . At one point, as I picked up a pair of tights I had left strewn over the sofa from the night before I noticed him checking me out. 'Are you looking at my arse?' I joked, to which Harry blushed. I smiled as I placed myself on his lap and put my arms around him.
Harry was still smiling.
'Maybe we could be like lesbian girlfriends. I'll wear nice panties, tight leotards, pantyhose, anything. Bet you’d love to be with someone who lets you wear tights, who would wiggle their bum for you in Lycra and let you kiss them?'
'Yes, please.'
'Stroke my arse, Harry, and tell me that I'm beautiful.' I rested my hands on his shoulders.
Harry stroked the tight shimmery fabric of my tight blue, Lycra shorts and said that I was beautiful. I cupped the back of his big head and spoke delicately and tenderly about how I used to sniff and wear the glossy black tights of mum’s best friend, Dawn, when I house sat once. ‘I knew then, when I looked in the mirror and smoothed the shimmery tights over my hips and thighs that I wanted to be with a panty sniffer like you. Kiss me!’ I said.
We kissed fully and very slowly for a good twenty minutes. His hands roamed my smooth arse in blue Lycra. Just the sound of our full, mouth open kissing, and the swish of his hands, smoothing my Lycra arse could be heard.
I led him into the bedroom and told him that I was going to dress him up and make him pretty for me. 'If you wear these,' I smiled, holding up a small tight shiny black leotard and a pair of high gloss black tights, 'you must do what I say. Will you do that for me, love?' Harry smiled and nodded. We took off our clothes. I decided to put on my red Lycra leotard, layering it with the cinnamon tights over the top. I loved wearing tights over my leotard so this was quite a thrill. As I tightly hoisted up the waistband I gazed at my arse in the mirror, enthralled by the curvy double shine my arse was giving off. The tights were stretched all the way up to my chest! ‘By the way, darling, call me, Polly,’ I said, bending over to fix my silver open toe sandals on my nylon feet.
Meanwhile Harry struggled at first but eventually got his full-bottomed, long sleeve black Lycra leotard on over his black tights. I couldn’t believe how tight it was over his plump arse, and how the fabric glimmered in the light. Harry smoothed his hands over his arse and chest, and in such a soft but sissy voice said ‘Ooh fucking hell!’
I then found a pair of black high heeled shoes for him to wear in his size. I asked him to perch himself on the stool before the mirror while I did his make-up for him. I straddled his lap and told him to place his hands under my encased arse, as I applied foundation and did his eyes, before finishing his lips off with glossy red lipstick, We both giggled about how naughty it was. ‘I should call you Harriet,’ I grinned.
Once his face had dried, I found a shiny black stocking and pulled it tightly over his head. 'Mmm, that's better,' I said, not being able to restrain my erection. It really distorted his fat, dopey face. 'Here, Harry darling. Put this over my face,' I smiled sweetly as I gave him a shiny cinnamon stocking to pull over my features. I closed my eyes and opened my mouth in bliss as I felt the nylon encase my face. For a moment we stared into each other’s eyes, transfixed at our shiny, sexy distorted features. We touched and caressed our glimmering, compressed features. My smile stretched my stocking mask. His hands were still stroking the smooth shimmer of my arse. We pressed our nylon cheeks together and looked in the mirror. We giggled.
‘I could get used to this,’ he said.
I pecked him delicately on his nylon lips. ‘Are you married?’ I asked.
‘Thirteen years now,’ he sighed.
We pecked again. ‘Well that, and how we’re dressed only makes this experience all the more special,’ I smiled. We kissed with slow but open mouthed passion, our lust only partially restrained by our super tight, glossy stocking masks!
I looked down at his crotch. He was as excited by this as I. I reached over and took a thick bobbed black wig with a long fringe and fixed it on my head. I climbed off Harry and ordered him to prance around the bedroom, wiggling his arse. He stood up in his heels and minced around, smoothing his hands over his curvy bum.
'Fucking hell, Harry, yeah! That's it, wiggle that arse.' Harry wiggled and couldn't stop beaming from behind his stocking vale. 'Ask me if I like your arse, Harry, ask me if I want it!'
'Do you like my arse? Is it pretty? Do you want it?' he cooed.
'Oh yeah, Harry. You're such a sissy boy. Tell me that you're a sissy. Say it in a sissy voice!'
'I'm a sissy! I'm a sissy.'
I went over to where he was prancing, put my arms around his neck, stroked his face through the fabric softly and kissed his stocking lips through my stocking mask. It was so tender and slow, so erotic and warm. My body pressed tightly against his, my hands
moving down his encased shiny body to grip his curvy arse. I kissed him hard and fully.
'Oh Harry, 'I breathed. I squatted down and kissed his curvy arse. 'Harry, love, I want you to keep saying ‘I’m a smelly panty sniffer' while I caress you. Will you do that, honey? 'Harry nodded and complied. ‘I’m a smelly panty sniffer,’ he said over and over again, between giggles.
'Say it slowly and softly, babe, like it's something precious!' I ordered him.
By now my nose was buried between his encased buttocks, my hands ran up and down his shimmery nylon thighs and legs. I shook my head and sniffed him deeply.
'Wiggle your arse in my face, love,' I said. ‘Wiggle, my darling. Wiggle Miss Harriet Wiggle!’
Harry wiggled, and put a hand over his stocking mouth to stifle his giggles.
With his wiggles and my encased face pressed tightly as far into his arse as far it could go, along with his passionate utterances of ‘panty sniffer’, I could have sworn I wanted to cream myself stupid. I wouldn't have swapped this moment for anything in the world. If my boyfriend had come home and caught us at it, I still wouldn't have given up. He would have had to drag my face away from Harry, shaking in sexual anticipation. I sniffed and sniffed and sniffed. I thought about all those perverts on Xhamster whose arses I wanted to sniff deeply, all those big hunky cocks I wanted to suck and all those squashed, thuggish pantyhose faces I desperately wanted to sit on. It was like I could smell them here with me.
'Lie down on the bed, honey, on your back,’ I ordered.
I placed my body on top of him, and kissed him slowly and passionately. It really turned me on so much that he wasn't handsome and in many ways bordered on the ugly, but with his tarty make-up and with the outfit he wore, he was to me, that most attractive and sexiest thing on the planet, more sexy than my hunky boyfriend. As I writhed and kissed him passionately, I told him to rub my arse. It felt so good, our lips exploring each other’s, with no other sound in the room, other than the muffled groans of pleasure, the sound of our lips exploring each other through our nylon masks and the friction of his hands rubbing and smoothing over my stretchy skintight material.
'Say 'tights’ for me!' I said.
‘Tights. Tights. Tights.'
‘Call me darling Polly,’ I panted.
‘My darling Polly!’
'Pull the waist band of my tights up, Harry, pull it up nice and tight, skintight lover!' I pulled away from Harry and got into a doggy position. 'Pull my waistband tighter and look at my arse in the mirror. Tell me what a sexy fucking slut I am!' Harry did what he was told straight away. I looked in Harry’s eyes. ‘I’d fucking love to fist you,’ I breathed.
I threw myself back on Harry, pushed him back on the bed and kissed him more madly than before in sexual bliss, through my stocking. 'Mmm, Harry!’ Harry massaged and kneaded my shiny arse. I then smiled secretly as I stood over to Harry's face, turned around and lowered my glimmering arse onto his stocking nose and wriggled, wiggled and writhed all over his slutty distorted face.
‘Fucking sniff me!’ I cried. ‘Come on!’
Harriet sniffed me deeply.
‘Oh my darling, Harriet,’ I sighed in bliss. ‘I can actually feel your nose against my arsehole. Even through these layers!’
After some more mashing in Harry's face I told him to stand up. I wanted to squat down and suck his cock through his tights. I pulled his leotard to one side, lifted up the stocking on my face and sucked deeply and warmly on his hot thick length. 'Mm, Harry, I LOVE your COCK. I've always loved sucking older men's cocks, for quite a while now. Hm! Old, fat, married guys! Especially like this, with my arse and leotard so tight.’ I looked up at him in lust and fascination as I gobbled his leotard bulge. Without warning Harry blasted mouthfuls of cream through his tight nylon into my mouth, sending it streaming over my lips. I pulled my stocking back over my face to make sure no more spunk couldn’t escape from the corners of my mouth.
I told Harry to lift his knees to his chest while I put a strapon over my outfit. I could feel the friction against my hard cock under my leotard. I grabbed my dirty smelly panties and stuffed them inside his mask, and pulled a pair partly on his stocking head. With his leotard pulled to one side I plunged my strapon deep into his arse, staring him right in the eyes as I pumped him harder and harder into oblivion. The headboard slammed against the wall. I don't think I've ever fucked someone so hard and with so much determination and enthusiasm. 'You dirty fat shit, Harry, you dirty fat shit!' As I pumped harder, I kissed him through the layers of material as I shagged the shit out of him. His body and legs shimmered in the light. His dirty distorted dopey expression under his glossy stocking mask, made me pump him harder.
'Tell me to shag you, darling, tell me to shag the shit out of you!' I seethed through my mask, praying that the neighbours could hear me, especially the skanky bitch who lived across the hall from me.
'Shag me, Polly! Please shag me, please! Shag the shit out of me!' returned his muffled reply. As I shafted him harder and harder, and could feel myself getting closer, the feel of his tight, curvy smooth body gripping mine, the kissing, the shafting, the distorted gleaming expression; the thought of what the girls at work would say if they could see us now. It was all too much. I drenched the inside of my leotard. We lay together for a while and smiled through our masks and dozed. I looked over at the clock and smiled secretly. It was almost time.
Right on time Ray, Emma’s boyfriend from work turned up. He had a spare set of keys. Ray stormed into the room grabbed Harry and called him a dirty fat cunt before tying the shitbag up. Harry looked at me but I didn’t say much. I innocently removed my tights and red leotard. I smirked at Ray as I slipped into my shiny black tights and pulled on a new shimmery skintight black leotard smoothed my black knee length riding boots on. I took my stocking mask off and applied some thick make up, topping my head with a copper bobbed wig. I put my hands on my hips as I looked at Harry in disgust. I casually looked to one side, sighed and pushed out and effortless fart. I looked at Ray with sexy menace. I prowled and strutted and pranced for him. I paused in front of Ray. ‘Fuck I missed you,’ I grinned. Ray gripped me hard and we kissed. I leant into his shoulder, as he held my waist. Ray grinned as he removed his jeans, revealing super skintight padded black cycling shorts. And the massive bulge of his rock hard cock! I placed my hands on his arse, as he did mine and we grinned with complicity. ‘What are we going to do with that pervert?’ said Ray. ‘Good question, darling,’ I said, pursing my lips. ‘I have an idea.’
I poured us some wine. We drank and looked at Harry bound from head to toe in pantyhose encasement. ‘That’s an improvement,’ said Ray.
‘Do you think?’ I said, arching my eye, with a hand on my hip, with a casual air of ‘I don’t give a shit.’
Ray fondled the his bulging crotch, which made his Lycra shorts stretch and shine.
‘Fucking hell, Polly, I want you. Can’t wait to shag you again. Wish Emma could be like you. ’
‘Oh Ray darling?’ I sang, as I slowly turned around and bent over. ‘Please fuck me. I want Harriet to see you shag me. Fucking shag me, Ray!’ I squealed.
Ray bent me over, pulled my leotard to one side, took his hard prick out of his cycling shorts, and fucked me senseless as I looked at Harry. 'You see, Harry, why do I want a smelly sack of shit like you when I have my hunk of a boyfriend? Oh, oh Ray! You’re fucking me so good! You’re fucking me like a real man! And I’m being fucked like a real woman!’
Ray came within minutes.
Throw the loser out babe, I can't bear the sight of him,’ I said.
Ray wasted no time in grabbing Harry and slinging the fucker out, while I tossed his crappy clothes out of the window.
When Ray returned I was waiting with a pair of tights pulled my face, I had form-fitting purple Lycra shorts over my leotard and tights. ‘You know what I want from you now, darling,’ I said, opening my mouth and stretching the nylon on my face. ‘I can’t fucking wait,’ said Ray.
I squatted down, so I could see the Lycra shorts in the mirror reveal the leotard pantyline and the sheen of my arse, as I gave Ray a long slow blowjob through his cycling shorts, as a reward for cheating on Emma. I sucked him and told him how proud I was of him, how he turned me on, and how this was his reward. ‘Can you see that, can you see what you mean to me, Ray? Do you understand, my darling how I feel about you? I want your cum, Ray. How I love it when I cum in Emma’s knickers and tights for you. When I see someone like you, all I ever think is what do they look like in Lycra and what would their hot, fat cock feel like.’ It wasn't too long before he pumped his thick jism over my smiling nylon face. As promised, he climbed into my exercise bike, poked his tight lycra arse out, until I piped wave after wave of spunk into my layered leotard and lycra shorts, after intensely rubbing myself off against his arse.
On Monday I actually looked Emma in her eyes and smiled and said good morning knowing that Ray had come all over my face encased in a pair of tights, he took from her washing basket. Sometimes I see the tights and smile, knowing that I’ve worn them for her boyfriend, or knowing that Ray will grab them from the washing basket for me to wear for him. I really am that type of slut. I just know that most men would prefer their wives and girlfriends to be like this. It can’t be easy for them, knowing that I make their husbands harder than they’ve ever made them.
I saw Harry by chance at the bus station. I was in my tight cream jodhpurs and boots, after returning from a session with a pub landlord, who had asked me to do the most disgusting things to him. I asked Harry if he liked the last time we spent together. I smiled and told him that my boyfriend was jealous and likes to play games. 'Why don't we teach him a lesson? Come home with me. There’s something I’ve always wanted us to do together.’
Right there, near the bus queue of old ladies, I then turned around, bent right over, looked at Harry from between my legs and asked him if he could see my panty line.
Harry smiled.
Back at the flat we shared a long, mouth open kiss, as I sat in his lap and he stroked my arse. I suppose we were kissing for about an hour or so. I then smirked, went to the washing basket and and asked Harry to squeeze his fat arse into my small and tight shiny blue Lycra shorts. He beamed dopily. Because his arse was a little plump, it was such a tight squeeze, but when the Lycra hugged his bum, it made him look so curvy. Harry grinned as he smoothed his hand over his arse and patted it. He minced around for me as I watched his arse sway from side to side. I slowly removed my sweater and jodhpurs, revealing my black Lycra leotard under shiny gold tights. I smoothed my hands down my sides and let out a blissful sigh. ‘Like my tights? They belong to Emma, the curvy girl with the bobbed hair in the lingerie department where I work. He boyfriend, you met him, has been fucking me for months. What he doesn’t know is that she’s been fucking me for even longer. She puts a strapon over her skintight red spandex jeans and really shags me with a wild determined expression.’
I lay down on the sofa and invited Harry to lie on top of me. Harry came over, placed himself on top of me, and my hands roamed the soft tight sheen of his arse as we kissed deeply and passionately . While we kissed our crotches rubbed together.
'Oh Harry, Harry! I really love what we're doing. Ask me to feel your arse,’ I sighed.
'Feel my arse!'
'It's so smooth and curvy. I love it!' I gasped as I gripped, patted and slapped his big sexy Lycra bum.
After a long, hot petting session, I asked Harry to climb on my face so I could lick and sniff his sweaty Lycra arsehole. I couldn’t get over the smell! We stayed like that for at least an hour as I dug my nose in oh so deep! The Lycra was so tight! You could hear my muffled cries of pleasure underneath him as I smoothed my hands over his shiny arse.
Finally I asked him to climb off me. I knelt in front of him and held his hands.
‘There’s something I’ve always wanted you to do,’ I smiled coyly . I looked deeply in his eyes, stroked his forehead and asked him if he would let me record him so we could make Ray jealous. Harry was still smiling. He clapped his hands like a moron. ‘Oh yeah,’ he said.
I got up, set up the camera and asked him to sit back on the sofa, open his legs slightly, lift his arse up a bit. I knelt down in front of him, saw the camera could pick our arses out and my face. I smoothed my hands over his arse, turned to the camera and smiled.
‘You’re about to see what real love and lust is all about, Ray,’ I beamed with pride. I leant in and closed my eyes as I deeply sniffed his arsehole. ‘Oh Ray! It smells so good! Ah my dear, this is soooo good!’
My eyes were closed in filthy contemplation as I sniffed harder. When I opened them again Harry had an almost maniacal, proud grin on his face. I smiled as I took out a silky white opaque knee high stocking, pulled it over my arm and pulled the back Harry’s shorts down. I then eased my encased fist up his arsehole. I grinned as I fisted my lover. Harry rubbed his crotch in the front of his shorts and laughed dopily and nasally, as I grinned with determination. Fuck he was tight! I couldn't take anymore. I pulled his shorts back over his arse and I pushed him back a little and kissed him madly as I rubbed my layered crotch vigorously against his shiny fat ass. The sweat poured off our heads. I pounded him so hard. It must have felt like he was being fucked in the best way possible. I pumped and pumped and pumped him. When I watched the video later I couldn't take my eyes off, the ripple in my leotard under my tights every time I pumped him back and forth. Finally, I piped hot creamy spunk through my leotard and tights onto his shiny ass. After we recovered I told him that I wanted us to go outside, especially with him in his spunk soaked Lycra shorts.
I removed my tights and leotard and slipped into a shiny tight pair of dark burgundy Lycra shorts and my black sweater. We strolled into town. People noticed the dark patches, on Harry’s Lycra, as we walked together. In the shopping centre we found a space, outside the toilets. I asked Harry to lie down while I squatted over him and sat on his face in my burgundy lycra, and pressed and wiggled my arse on his nose. By now more people had noticed and were gathering around us, watching the tight sheen of my Lycra shorts and the curve of my arse, as I rubbed and rode Harry’s face. The sense of disgust and disapproval was accelerating. I asked Harry to lie on his front. I climbed on top of him and rubbed my hard crotch against his arse, humping and pumping, squelching, as my arse wobbled in my Lycra shorts. While people were watching us in disgust and amusement, I laughed hysterically, as I knew our lust offered us protection and kept us safe. ‘Oh, I love tights and Lycra,’ I cried. ‘My name is Polly. I’m a sissy, wissy, sissy!’
I must say, on reflection, it was well worth the public order fine. I still have about four lots of spunk stains on the seat of my lycra, courtesy of our brave boys in blue. Now, look at my gallery, you perverts and wank yourself off for me x
I used to work in a hosiery/lingerie section in a department store. The manager was always impressed at my expertise on hosiery. During my shift customers would often leave with a fresh pair of tights or fishnets whether they needed them or not. They had no idea that in private I enjoyed crossdressing, calling myself Polly, and hitting on hunks in skintight stocking masks, in order to sit and rub my skintight Lycra and pantyhose arse on their nylon squashed face. One day this weird portly guy came into the department. He must have been in his late 40's with dark thin hair, a big dome of a forehead and thin dark hair. Probably the type who buys tights for his ‘wife’ I thought.
'That's him,' squealed Emma. Apparently this fellow had been banned from the store for stealing silky panties, small swimsuits and a shiny black girdle. My cock was hard as iron under my own tights and panties, just hearing Emma say tights, panties and swimsuits. To look at him, he wasn't much. He had the dopey expression of a pervert.
‘He’s like ewww!’ said Emma. ‘I told my boyfriend that he should security given him a thump, when they caught him,’ she said, biting her lip, and eyeing him with suspicion. ‘I should call security,’ she said, brushing her hand over the hips, through he tight pencil skirt. She had such a curvy and amazing arse. I often thought about how the seat of her tight skirt would look like with my cum dribbling over it. What she didn’t know was that I would meet up with her boyfriend Ray and suck his rock hard cock through my stocking mask. But most of my favourite sexual experiences were with guys who didn't fit into the classical hunk mode. Eventually a secretary guard escorted him out. I asked Emma to watch the store, as I had to pop out somewhere. Outside I caught up with the pervert. I got his attention, looked round and said ‘It’s okay. I understand. You like panties and shiny leotards?'
He nodded and smiled like an imbecile. I looked around and then whispered to him. I pulled the waistband of my trousers open, so he could see the waist band of my black tights and white panty girdle.
'I'm also wearing an ultra-pad pantyliner,’ I smiled. ‘Feels good. There's nothing to be ashamed of. I want to help. You can say no, if you want, but I have loads of tights at mine. Panties, leotards, everything. You want to come round sometime?’
'I'd like that, yeah!'
‘What’s your name?’
‘Harry.’
I told him to meet me after work. While on my afternoon break I bought a pair of 30 denier semi-sheer, shimmer, cinnamon tights for myself and black pearlescent glossy tights for Harry.
‘Are these for your hot date this weekend?’ smiled Emma as she served me. She knew I had a thing for tights and actually believed me when I said I bought them for the girls I dated, when she didn’t know that I usually bought them so I could wear them for her boyfriend.
‘You could say that,’ I winked.
At my place I gave Harry a drink. I was lounging around in an old white t-shirt and a pair of skintight blue Lycra shorts. I smoothed my arse. Harry grinned. I made sure to bend over as often as I could . At one point, as I picked up a pair of tights I had left strewn over the sofa from the night before I noticed him checking me out. 'Are you looking at my arse?' I joked, to which Harry blushed. I smiled as I placed myself on his lap and put my arms around him.
Harry was still smiling.
'Maybe we could be like lesbian girlfriends. I'll wear nice panties, tight leotards, pantyhose, anything. Bet you’d love to be with someone who lets you wear tights, who would wiggle their bum for you in Lycra and let you kiss them?'
'Yes, please.'
'Stroke my arse, Harry, and tell me that I'm beautiful.' I rested my hands on his shoulders.
Harry stroked the tight shimmery fabric of my tight blue, Lycra shorts and said that I was beautiful. I cupped the back of his big head and spoke delicately and tenderly about how I used to sniff and wear the glossy black tights of mum’s best friend, Dawn, when I house sat once. ‘I knew then, when I looked in the mirror and smoothed the shimmery tights over my hips and thighs that I wanted to be with a panty sniffer like you. Kiss me!’ I said.
We kissed fully and very slowly for a good twenty minutes. His hands roamed my smooth arse in blue Lycra. Just the sound of our full, mouth open kissing, and the swish of his hands, smoothing my Lycra arse could be heard.
I led him into the bedroom and told him that I was going to dress him up and make him pretty for me. 'If you wear these,' I smiled, holding up a small tight shiny black leotard and a pair of high gloss black tights, 'you must do what I say. Will you do that for me, love?' Harry smiled and nodded. We took off our clothes. I decided to put on my red Lycra leotard, layering it with the cinnamon tights over the top. I loved wearing tights over my leotard so this was quite a thrill. As I tightly hoisted up the waistband I gazed at my arse in the mirror, enthralled by the curvy double shine my arse was giving off. The tights were stretched all the way up to my chest! ‘By the way, darling, call me, Polly,’ I said, bending over to fix my silver open toe sandals on my nylon feet.
Meanwhile Harry struggled at first but eventually got his full-bottomed, long sleeve black Lycra leotard on over his black tights. I couldn’t believe how tight it was over his plump arse, and how the fabric glimmered in the light. Harry smoothed his hands over his arse and chest, and in such a soft but sissy voice said ‘Ooh fucking hell!’
I then found a pair of black high heeled shoes for him to wear in his size. I asked him to perch himself on the stool before the mirror while I did his make-up for him. I straddled his lap and told him to place his hands under my encased arse, as I applied foundation and did his eyes, before finishing his lips off with glossy red lipstick, We both giggled about how naughty it was. ‘I should call you Harriet,’ I grinned.
Once his face had dried, I found a shiny black stocking and pulled it tightly over his head. 'Mmm, that's better,' I said, not being able to restrain my erection. It really distorted his fat, dopey face. 'Here, Harry darling. Put this over my face,' I smiled sweetly as I gave him a shiny cinnamon stocking to pull over my features. I closed my eyes and opened my mouth in bliss as I felt the nylon encase my face. For a moment we stared into each other’s eyes, transfixed at our shiny, sexy distorted features. We touched and caressed our glimmering, compressed features. My smile stretched my stocking mask. His hands were still stroking the smooth shimmer of my arse. We pressed our nylon cheeks together and looked in the mirror. We giggled.
‘I could get used to this,’ he said.
I pecked him delicately on his nylon lips. ‘Are you married?’ I asked.
‘Thirteen years now,’ he sighed.
We pecked again. ‘Well that, and how we’re dressed only makes this experience all the more special,’ I smiled. We kissed with slow but open mouthed passion, our lust only partially restrained by our super tight, glossy stocking masks!
I looked down at his crotch. He was as excited by this as I. I reached over and took a thick bobbed black wig with a long fringe and fixed it on my head. I climbed off Harry and ordered him to prance around the bedroom, wiggling his arse. He stood up in his heels and minced around, smoothing his hands over his curvy bum.
'Fucking hell, Harry, yeah! That's it, wiggle that arse.' Harry wiggled and couldn't stop beaming from behind his stocking vale. 'Ask me if I like your arse, Harry, ask me if I want it!'
'Do you like my arse? Is it pretty? Do you want it?' he cooed.
'Oh yeah, Harry. You're such a sissy boy. Tell me that you're a sissy. Say it in a sissy voice!'
'I'm a sissy! I'm a sissy.'
I went over to where he was prancing, put my arms around his neck, stroked his face through the fabric softly and kissed his stocking lips through my stocking mask. It was so tender and slow, so erotic and warm. My body pressed tightly against his, my hands
moving down his encased shiny body to grip his curvy arse. I kissed him hard and fully.
'Oh Harry, 'I breathed. I squatted down and kissed his curvy arse. 'Harry, love, I want you to keep saying ‘I’m a smelly panty sniffer' while I caress you. Will you do that, honey? 'Harry nodded and complied. ‘I’m a smelly panty sniffer,’ he said over and over again, between giggles.
'Say it slowly and softly, babe, like it's something precious!' I ordered him.
By now my nose was buried between his encased buttocks, my hands ran up and down his shimmery nylon thighs and legs. I shook my head and sniffed him deeply.
'Wiggle your arse in my face, love,' I said. ‘Wiggle, my darling. Wiggle Miss Harriet Wiggle!’
Harry wiggled, and put a hand over his stocking mouth to stifle his giggles.
With his wiggles and my encased face pressed tightly as far into his arse as far it could go, along with his passionate utterances of ‘panty sniffer’, I could have sworn I wanted to cream myself stupid. I wouldn't have swapped this moment for anything in the world. If my boyfriend had come home and caught us at it, I still wouldn't have given up. He would have had to drag my face away from Harry, shaking in sexual anticipation. I sniffed and sniffed and sniffed. I thought about all those perverts on Xhamster whose arses I wanted to sniff deeply, all those big hunky cocks I wanted to suck and all those squashed, thuggish pantyhose faces I desperately wanted to sit on. It was like I could smell them here with me.
'Lie down on the bed, honey, on your back,’ I ordered.
I placed my body on top of him, and kissed him slowly and passionately. It really turned me on so much that he wasn't handsome and in many ways bordered on the ugly, but with his tarty make-up and with the outfit he wore, he was to me, that most attractive and sexiest thing on the planet, more sexy than my hunky boyfriend. As I writhed and kissed him passionately, I told him to rub my arse. It felt so good, our lips exploring each other’s, with no other sound in the room, other than the muffled groans of pleasure, the sound of our lips exploring each other through our nylon masks and the friction of his hands rubbing and smoothing over my stretchy skintight material.
'Say 'tights’ for me!' I said.
‘Tights. Tights. Tights.'
‘Call me darling Polly,’ I panted.
‘My darling Polly!’
'Pull the waist band of my tights up, Harry, pull it up nice and tight, skintight lover!' I pulled away from Harry and got into a doggy position. 'Pull my waistband tighter and look at my arse in the mirror. Tell me what a sexy fucking slut I am!' Harry did what he was told straight away. I looked in Harry’s eyes. ‘I’d fucking love to fist you,’ I breathed.
I threw myself back on Harry, pushed him back on the bed and kissed him more madly than before in sexual bliss, through my stocking. 'Mmm, Harry!’ Harry massaged and kneaded my shiny arse. I then smiled secretly as I stood over to Harry's face, turned around and lowered my glimmering arse onto his stocking nose and wriggled, wiggled and writhed all over his slutty distorted face.
‘Fucking sniff me!’ I cried. ‘Come on!’
Harriet sniffed me deeply.
‘Oh my darling, Harriet,’ I sighed in bliss. ‘I can actually feel your nose against my arsehole. Even through these layers!’
After some more mashing in Harry's face I told him to stand up. I wanted to squat down and suck his cock through his tights. I pulled his leotard to one side, lifted up the stocking on my face and sucked deeply and warmly on his hot thick length. 'Mm, Harry, I LOVE your COCK. I've always loved sucking older men's cocks, for quite a while now. Hm! Old, fat, married guys! Especially like this, with my arse and leotard so tight.’ I looked up at him in lust and fascination as I gobbled his leotard bulge. Without warning Harry blasted mouthfuls of cream through his tight nylon into my mouth, sending it streaming over my lips. I pulled my stocking back over my face to make sure no more spunk couldn’t escape from the corners of my mouth.
I told Harry to lift his knees to his chest while I put a strapon over my outfit. I could feel the friction against my hard cock under my leotard. I grabbed my dirty smelly panties and stuffed them inside his mask, and pulled a pair partly on his stocking head. With his leotard pulled to one side I plunged my strapon deep into his arse, staring him right in the eyes as I pumped him harder and harder into oblivion. The headboard slammed against the wall. I don't think I've ever fucked someone so hard and with so much determination and enthusiasm. 'You dirty fat shit, Harry, you dirty fat shit!' As I pumped harder, I kissed him through the layers of material as I shagged the shit out of him. His body and legs shimmered in the light. His dirty distorted dopey expression under his glossy stocking mask, made me pump him harder.
'Tell me to shag you, darling, tell me to shag the shit out of you!' I seethed through my mask, praying that the neighbours could hear me, especially the skanky bitch who lived across the hall from me.
'Shag me, Polly! Please shag me, please! Shag the shit out of me!' returned his muffled reply. As I shafted him harder and harder, and could feel myself getting closer, the feel of his tight, curvy smooth body gripping mine, the kissing, the shafting, the distorted gleaming expression; the thought of what the girls at work would say if they could see us now. It was all too much. I drenched the inside of my leotard. We lay together for a while and smiled through our masks and dozed. I looked over at the clock and smiled secretly. It was almost time.
Right on time Ray, Emma’s boyfriend from work turned up. He had a spare set of keys. Ray stormed into the room grabbed Harry and called him a dirty fat cunt before tying the shitbag up. Harry looked at me but I didn’t say much. I innocently removed my tights and red leotard. I smirked at Ray as I slipped into my shiny black tights and pulled on a new shimmery skintight black leotard smoothed my black knee length riding boots on. I took my stocking mask off and applied some thick make up, topping my head with a copper bobbed wig. I put my hands on my hips as I looked at Harry in disgust. I casually looked to one side, sighed and pushed out and effortless fart. I looked at Ray with sexy menace. I prowled and strutted and pranced for him. I paused in front of Ray. ‘Fuck I missed you,’ I grinned. Ray gripped me hard and we kissed. I leant into his shoulder, as he held my waist. Ray grinned as he removed his jeans, revealing super skintight padded black cycling shorts. And the massive bulge of his rock hard cock! I placed my hands on his arse, as he did mine and we grinned with complicity. ‘What are we going to do with that pervert?’ said Ray. ‘Good question, darling,’ I said, pursing my lips. ‘I have an idea.’
I poured us some wine. We drank and looked at Harry bound from head to toe in pantyhose encasement. ‘That’s an improvement,’ said Ray.
‘Do you think?’ I said, arching my eye, with a hand on my hip, with a casual air of ‘I don’t give a shit.’
Ray fondled the his bulging crotch, which made his Lycra shorts stretch and shine.
‘Fucking hell, Polly, I want you. Can’t wait to shag you again. Wish Emma could be like you. ’
‘Oh Ray darling?’ I sang, as I slowly turned around and bent over. ‘Please fuck me. I want Harriet to see you shag me. Fucking shag me, Ray!’ I squealed.
Ray bent me over, pulled my leotard to one side, took his hard prick out of his cycling shorts, and fucked me senseless as I looked at Harry. 'You see, Harry, why do I want a smelly sack of shit like you when I have my hunk of a boyfriend? Oh, oh Ray! You’re fucking me so good! You’re fucking me like a real man! And I’m being fucked like a real woman!’
Ray came within minutes.
Throw the loser out babe, I can't bear the sight of him,’ I said.
Ray wasted no time in grabbing Harry and slinging the fucker out, while I tossed his crappy clothes out of the window.
When Ray returned I was waiting with a pair of tights pulled my face, I had form-fitting purple Lycra shorts over my leotard and tights. ‘You know what I want from you now, darling,’ I said, opening my mouth and stretching the nylon on my face. ‘I can’t fucking wait,’ said Ray.
I squatted down, so I could see the Lycra shorts in the mirror reveal the leotard pantyline and the sheen of my arse, as I gave Ray a long slow blowjob through his cycling shorts, as a reward for cheating on Emma. I sucked him and told him how proud I was of him, how he turned me on, and how this was his reward. ‘Can you see that, can you see what you mean to me, Ray? Do you understand, my darling how I feel about you? I want your cum, Ray. How I love it when I cum in Emma’s knickers and tights for you. When I see someone like you, all I ever think is what do they look like in Lycra and what would their hot, fat cock feel like.’ It wasn't too long before he pumped his thick jism over my smiling nylon face. As promised, he climbed into my exercise bike, poked his tight lycra arse out, until I piped wave after wave of spunk into my layered leotard and lycra shorts, after intensely rubbing myself off against his arse.
On Monday I actually looked Emma in her eyes and smiled and said good morning knowing that Ray had come all over my face encased in a pair of tights, he took from her washing basket. Sometimes I see the tights and smile, knowing that I’ve worn them for her boyfriend, or knowing that Ray will grab them from the washing basket for me to wear for him. I really am that type of slut. I just know that most men would prefer their wives and girlfriends to be like this. It can’t be easy for them, knowing that I make their husbands harder than they’ve ever made them.
I saw Harry by chance at the bus station. I was in my tight cream jodhpurs and boots, after returning from a session with a pub landlord, who had asked me to do the most disgusting things to him. I asked Harry if he liked the last time we spent together. I smiled and told him that my boyfriend was jealous and likes to play games. 'Why don't we teach him a lesson? Come home with me. There’s something I’ve always wanted us to do together.’
Right there, near the bus queue of old ladies, I then turned around, bent right over, looked at Harry from between my legs and asked him if he could see my panty line.
Harry smiled.
Back at the flat we shared a long, mouth open kiss, as I sat in his lap and he stroked my arse. I suppose we were kissing for about an hour or so. I then smirked, went to the washing basket and and asked Harry to squeeze his fat arse into my small and tight shiny blue Lycra shorts. He beamed dopily. Because his arse was a little plump, it was such a tight squeeze, but when the Lycra hugged his bum, it made him look so curvy. Harry grinned as he smoothed his hand over his arse and patted it. He minced around for me as I watched his arse sway from side to side. I slowly removed my sweater and jodhpurs, revealing my black Lycra leotard under shiny gold tights. I smoothed my hands down my sides and let out a blissful sigh. ‘Like my tights? They belong to Emma, the curvy girl with the bobbed hair in the lingerie department where I work. He boyfriend, you met him, has been fucking me for months. What he doesn’t know is that she’s been fucking me for even longer. She puts a strapon over her skintight red spandex jeans and really shags me with a wild determined expression.’
I lay down on the sofa and invited Harry to lie on top of me. Harry came over, placed himself on top of me, and my hands roamed the soft tight sheen of his arse as we kissed deeply and passionately . While we kissed our crotches rubbed together.
'Oh Harry, Harry! I really love what we're doing. Ask me to feel your arse,’ I sighed.
'Feel my arse!'
'It's so smooth and curvy. I love it!' I gasped as I gripped, patted and slapped his big sexy Lycra bum.
After a long, hot petting session, I asked Harry to climb on my face so I could lick and sniff his sweaty Lycra arsehole. I couldn’t get over the smell! We stayed like that for at least an hour as I dug my nose in oh so deep! The Lycra was so tight! You could hear my muffled cries of pleasure underneath him as I smoothed my hands over his shiny arse.
Finally I asked him to climb off me. I knelt in front of him and held his hands.
‘There’s something I’ve always wanted you to do,’ I smiled coyly . I looked deeply in his eyes, stroked his forehead and asked him if he would let me record him so we could make Ray jealous. Harry was still smiling. He clapped his hands like a moron. ‘Oh yeah,’ he said.
I got up, set up the camera and asked him to sit back on the sofa, open his legs slightly, lift his arse up a bit. I knelt down in front of him, saw the camera could pick our arses out and my face. I smoothed my hands over his arse, turned to the camera and smiled.
‘You’re about to see what real love and lust is all about, Ray,’ I beamed with pride. I leant in and closed my eyes as I deeply sniffed his arsehole. ‘Oh Ray! It smells so good! Ah my dear, this is soooo good!’
My eyes were closed in filthy contemplation as I sniffed harder. When I opened them again Harry had an almost maniacal, proud grin on his face. I smiled as I took out a silky white opaque knee high stocking, pulled it over my arm and pulled the back Harry’s shorts down. I then eased my encased fist up his arsehole. I grinned as I fisted my lover. Harry rubbed his crotch in the front of his shorts and laughed dopily and nasally, as I grinned with determination. Fuck he was tight! I couldn't take anymore. I pulled his shorts back over his arse and I pushed him back a little and kissed him madly as I rubbed my layered crotch vigorously against his shiny fat ass. The sweat poured off our heads. I pounded him so hard. It must have felt like he was being fucked in the best way possible. I pumped and pumped and pumped him. When I watched the video later I couldn't take my eyes off, the ripple in my leotard under my tights every time I pumped him back and forth. Finally, I piped hot creamy spunk through my leotard and tights onto his shiny ass. After we recovered I told him that I wanted us to go outside, especially with him in his spunk soaked Lycra shorts.
I removed my tights and leotard and slipped into a shiny tight pair of dark burgundy Lycra shorts and my black sweater. We strolled into town. People noticed the dark patches, on Harry’s Lycra, as we walked together. In the shopping centre we found a space, outside the toilets. I asked Harry to lie down while I squatted over him and sat on his face in my burgundy lycra, and pressed and wiggled my arse on his nose. By now more people had noticed and were gathering around us, watching the tight sheen of my Lycra shorts and the curve of my arse, as I rubbed and rode Harry’s face. The sense of disgust and disapproval was accelerating. I asked Harry to lie on his front. I climbed on top of him and rubbed my hard crotch against his arse, humping and pumping, squelching, as my arse wobbled in my Lycra shorts. While people were watching us in disgust and amusement, I laughed hysterically, as I knew our lust offered us protection and kept us safe. ‘Oh, I love tights and Lycra,’ I cried. ‘My name is Polly. I’m a sissy, wissy, sissy!’
I must say, on reflection, it was well worth the public order fine. I still have about four lots of spunk stains on the seat of my lycra, courtesy of our brave boys in blue. Now, look at my gallery, you perverts and wank yourself off for me x
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