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Elaine parked the car, got out, smoothed her skirt and walked down the path to Olivia’s door. People in their front yards gawped as her heels clicked on the cracked pathway. She smiled nervously as the neighbours outside their doorways eyed her with curiosity. She pressed the doorbell and waited, surveying the gardens, with toys strewn everywhere. ‘Will someone fucking get that?’ she heard a woman’s voice from inside. ‘Oh fuck it then, I’ll get it myself as fucking usual!’ The door flung open, revealing an aggressive-looking olive-skinned buxom woman with dark hair in her late early 30s, wearing a tight vest and super skintight blue Lycra shorts. ‘What do you want?’ she scowled.
‘Um I hope I have the right place. Are you Olivia?’
‘Who wants to know?’ said Olivia, hand on hip, knee arched. She looked bored shitless.
‘I was given this address. I’m Elaine.’
‘Yeah?’ she replied dubiously.
‘Emma gave me your address…’
Olivia’s face registered recognition but she still frowned. The afternoon light made her shorts gleam. ‘Oh right, yeah. Emma told me about you last night. Right, come in then.’
Elaine followed her down the hall, staring at her voluptuous arse in the shiny tight fabric. They passed a door. ‘My husband’s in there,’ said Olivia. ‘The dozy, lazy cunt does nothing all day. Just sits there listening to sport with his ear phone. Soon as I get an offer from the housing I’m taking the k**s and leaving him.’
She led Elaine upstairs into their small bedroom with a double bed. Elaine’s heart was beating in expectation.
‘So what do you wanna do then?’ Olivia said, sitting on the bed. She crossed her legs and sighed.
‘The same stuff Emma does,’ Elaine replied.
‘Do you have the money? I’m not cheap.’
‘You’ll be paid,’ said Elaine. ‘I’ve also brought you some of these,’ she added, opening a briefcase and handing her a few packets of luxury tights. ‘For you. The company I work for makes them.’
‘Yeah, you’re into tights like Emma. You want me to wear them?’
‘If you could…’
‘Just tell me what you want. I want to hear you say it. If you don’t ask, you won’t get.’ Elaine could see a smile playing on Olivia’s lips. Perhaps she was teasing her for her own amusement. Perhaps Olivia was judging Elaine as the pervert she was. Elaine had sophisticated, acquired tastes that her husband and various lovers, apart from Emma, couldn’t quite match. She felt so nervous and vulnerable standing in Olivia’s bedroom. Emma was right about Olivia. A shapely, plump young lady, with dark hair and eyes, a south American, or maybe Asian influence in the family. Not overtly fat as such. Olivia rose and stood before Elaine.
‘Like my Lycra shorts, do you?’
Elaine nodded.
‘I want you to hear you tell me what you want. I want you to hear yourself say it,’ Olivia said.
‘I,’ Elaine began, hesitating a little… ‘we won’t be disturbed?’
‘Chill! I’m not recording it. There’s no-one listening at the door, and even if there was I couldn’t give a fat shit. Come on!’
‘Well, Olivia. Emma said that you have no problem kissing?’
‘No. I’ve been regular kissing my fat dumpy neighbour next door, while her husband’s at work. For like two years.’
‘Erm…facesitting? Do you do that?’
‘That’s why most people see me, especially professional ladies like you.’
‘Quite,’ Elaine smiled nervously. ‘Would you possibly be interested in getting encased…your face, your body…in…these tights?’
‘Sure. Anything else?’
It felt ridiculous. Elaine’s heart was thumping. What if Olivia laughed? She felt red. ‘Well Emma said you also…’
‘Never mind what Emma said. I want you to tell me what you want.’
Elaine said it quietly. She couldn’t even face Olivia. Imagine if her employees and family could see her now.
‘Say it louder. It doesn’t matter if my loser of a fella can hear us. He’s in his own pissed up world. Come on, love!’
‘I want you to sit on my face in your Lycra and tights and…’
‘Yeah?’
Elaine couldn’t look at Olivia when she said it.
‘I want you to make me sniff you.’
Olivia beamed. ‘Sit on your face?’
Elaine faced the floor and nodded.
‘On your head?’ Olivia said.
Elaine nodded.
‘Sit on your nose?’
Elaine nodded. Olivia’s smile drenched the room in light.
‘On your mouth?’
‘Please,’ said Elaine, trembling in anticipation.
Olivia turned and smoothed her hands over her arse. ‘You like my arse that much, do you?’ She paraded herself, wiggling up and down so Elaine could assess the shimmer of the tight fabric on each buttock as her arse swayed left and right. Elaine nodded. She felt a little ashamed. Olivia put a hand on Elaine’s chin, moving her head so they were looking in each other’s eyes.
‘You’re into Lycra and tights that much, eh?’
‘Unbelievably,’ said Elaine. ‘It’s an obsession.’
‘Closer,’ said Olivia.
Elaine moved her head to Olivia who then positioned Elaine’s hands onto her smooth, curvy, beautiful arse. Olivia smiled. ‘You’re probably old enough to be my mother or maybe an Aunt…you’re classy though,’ she said admiring Elaine’s smart and chic business attire. Olivia ran her hands over Elaine’s petite ass in her skirt, ran them over her hips and up to her shoulders. She leant in and they softly pecked her a few times. Elaine’s panty crotch felt moist.
Olivia stroked Elaine’s cheek.
‘I am sooo going to sit on your pretty face. And you know what? I’ve been wearing my Lycra shorts all fucking week!’
Gently Olivia tilted Elaine’s head and they kissed fully. Their lips opened and closed in slow rhythm as Elaine smoothed and circled her hands over Olivia’s tight, fat but well-proportioned and shapely arse. They kissed for ages. For ages. Outside was the ambience of the neighbourhood, inside the ambience of lycra lesbian lust.
‘You like my fat arse, hey? Tell me truthfully how much you love my fat arse in Lycra,’ Olivia said eventually.
‘I do Olivia, it’s so adorable.’
‘Grab it! Tell me how you love my fat arse and kiss me.’
‘Oh Olivia, I do love you fat arse, I really do want to sniff it!’
They kissed passionately. Elaine became more confident and gripped Olivia’s arse. Eyes closed. Open passion. It was such a turn on for them knowing that Olivia’s husband was in the room down below, listening to his pocket radio. They kissed and chewed each other’s mouth for at least twenty minutes: A conservative chic business woman and a trashy girl in a tight-vest and form fitting knee length Lycra shorts engaged in their desires. It looked like love from the outside but it was definitely lust.
Olivia smiled to herself and swayed over to the chest of drawers, knowing that Elaine was watching the light dancing on the seat of her skin tight Lycra.
‘Take your skirt and blouse off,’ Olivia said. ‘Leave your tights, bra and heels on. Lie on the bed.’ Elaine obeyed demurely, stepping out of her skirt in just her elegant suntan tights and black panties underneath. Olivia grinned cheekily as she climbed on the bed with a handful of tights. ‘These haven’t been washed yet. They’re probably smelly. Want to sniff them?’ she teased, placing the bundle against Elaine’s mouth and nose, as she lay on top of her.
‘Please Olivia, please, yes…oh.’
‘Sniff them…worship them! I really hope they stink.’
Elaine closed her eyes and sniffed the bundle of nylon of different shades and glimmers. She inhaled deeply and licked delicately, sometimes kissing the fabric. Olivia grinned dirtily as she watched her slave worship her stinky nylon she held in her fist. ‘Don’t forget to feel my arse,’ she said. Elaine reached out and grabbed Olivia’s tight Lycra ass, roaming her hands all over, while she sniffed the nylon deeply. Elaine opened her eyes to see Olivia looking on with amused fascination, her mouth open in what seemed like a scowl of disgust and arousal. ‘They really, really stink, Elaine. Believe me. Sniff them…yeah, sniff! You pathetic slut!’
Olivia dropped the bundle of shiny smelly tights on Elaine’s face and they kissed through the layers of silk and nylon. Olivia grabbed a couple of stockings from the bundle and one by one stretched them tightly over Elaine’s face, tugging and distorting the fabric so the glimmer danced over Elaine’s features, contorted in ecstasy underneath. Olivia cupped Elaine’s face, looked deeply into her eyes and said ‘Would it turn you on if I told you that I hate my husband and LOVE doing this with you while he’s downstairs?’
‘It does, actually’ said Elaine. ‘Oh Olivia!’
‘He’ll never have what we have. Do you understand that?’ Olivia whispered with wide-eyes as she stretched another skin tight shimmery golden stocking over Elaine’s face.
‘Oh Olivia!’
They kissed.
‘I really, really need to sit on you. Tell me, nice and loud, it’s what you want. I want to hear you sniff as much as I want to feel it,’ Olivia panted.
‘My Olivia, please sit on my face! Please!’
‘I really, really hope it’s stinky,’ Olivia smirked, reversing and lowering her skin tight Lycra arse on Elaine’s compressed stocking face. She bobbed and grinded for a while, her arse almost engulfing the business woman’s encased head. Olivia then opened her mouth, took in a deep breath and blasted a hot, tight one through Elaine’s encased nostrils and mouth. Elaine sniffed noisily.
‘A-ha, yeah!’ Olivia exhaled, as she rode Elaine’s head into the bed vigorously enough to make the whole bed squeak and creak. ‘Want more? I got more!’
Another one followed, then another heavy one, followed by some sharp thin rips. Elaine was frigging herself vigorously through her tights. How lucky she felt. A hard day at the office, repossessing people’s homes, breaking balls and being the archetype bitch and look at her now, under a tight, fat ass, being farted into oblivion by the type of girl her friends would pity or look down on. Any time she saw a young woman like Olivia at the bus stop or pushing a pram in the street in tight leggings, she often thought ‘God I’d love her to sit on my mouth!’
Elaine could almost imagine that Nicki Minaj or Beyonce was sitting and farting on her, which only made her sniff more deeply. Olivia got up and took out more pairs of tights and pantyhose. ‘Now this is the bit where we both get encased!’ she smiled. She asked Elaine to stand in front of the mirror as Olivia layered her body with incandescent shades of creamy, sky blue, silver and golden tights over her legs and over her chest, making sure Elaine put her arms in one leg hole and the head in the other, to really smooth and distort her face. Elaine had to admit that she never looked and felt so smooth and glossy before. Olivia told her to get into a pair of shiny black heeled slippers.
‘How does that feel, hun?’ said Olivia.
Elaine looked at her reflection in the mirror and smoothed her encased hands down her sides.
‘Splendid. Sheer and shiny,’ Elaine smiled.
Olivia squeezed her head into a shiny white stocking and layered it with a steel coloured stocking which made her distorted full face shimmer. Elaine trembled with lust. Olivia hoisted a couple of golden layers of modified pantyhose with the crotch cut out over her head and pulled them over her big tits. She then slid a pair of light bronze and light toast tights over her Lycra shorts, giving her curves even more definition.
‘It’s soooo tight!’ Olivia gasped, stretching her stocking face with her mouth, as she smoothed her glossy ass and bent over a little to see what the sheen looked like in the mirror. Olivia put her hand around Elaine’s waist. They stared at their glossy reflections.
‘We look fucking awesome!’ Olivia exclaimed. ‘Oh yeah, baby!’
Elaine giggled through her stocking mask, exposing her sexy smile.
‘Wanna have real fun?’ said Olivia turning towards Elaine, nylon face to nylon face.
‘Absolutely.’
‘Let’s have some fun with that loser who calls himself my husband. I want you to deliver him a message from me.’ Olivia leant forward and whispered her message. Elaine smiled at the nerve of it.
‘Are you sure? What if he…’ Elaine said.
‘He won’t! He’s a creep. Besides you want me to sit on you again, right?’
They kissed more passionately than ever. Shimmering nylon lips. Encased jaws dancing in the light. ‘Go now, Elaine.’
Elaine composed herself and tentatively opened the door and crept down stairs. It was a thrill to be in a stranger’s house, encased like this. Olivia’s husband was on the sofa, earphone in his ear when Elaine appeared, hands on hips, beaming through her skin tight stocking mask. ‘Your wife sleeps with other women because you bore the shit out of her. You’re nothing but a hateful, repulsive loser. I’m going to shag your wife in a moment and, believe me, we won’t give a shit about you. Here’s a message from Olivia,’ said Elaine, blowing a kiss and delivering a powerful roundhouse kick to her husband’s temple, felling him. Elaine giggled and rejoined Olivia upstairs.
Elaine told Olivia what happened while Olivia just smirked provocatively.
They kissed passionately, reclining on the bed, with Olivia on top until she straddled Elaine’s face and ordered her to sniff.
‘Oh my, so delicious,’ Elaine breathed.
The thought that her husband was probably down below nursing a bruised head while she was under his wife’s amazing arse made the crotch of her tights sopping wet.
‘You know what? I’m so fucking loving this!’ Olivia cried, bouncing on Elaine’s stocking head, making her tits and arse wobble under the shimmer of nylon.
Meanwhile Elaine frantically forced her encased nose as far as it could go between Olivia’s buttocks, sniffing, moaning and insanely shaking her head, possessed with lust. Olivia leant over and forced her head between Elaine’s legs and sniffed and licked at her multi-layered pantyhose crotch, through her encased mask. Divine pantyhose sex was the best. Olivia had no thought for her husband below, as their bodies shimmered and writhed in the heat and the aromas of their multi-layered pantyhose bodies. Elaine came again, screaming deeply into Olivia’s arse. Olivia climbed off Elaine and went to the bedside drawer and took out a strapon.
‘I normally use this little beauty on my neighbour I was telling you about,’ she smiled. ‘But I reckon you’d love to work this thing right up my arsehole,’ Olivia said. ‘Just have to make a little adjustment. Here…help me…make a tiny, tiny hole there,’ she said pointing towards her arse. ‘Be careful not to tear too much. I know we’d like my arse to be covered as much as possible…so it doesn’t even look like you can see the hole in my tights.’
Carefully Elaine tugged at the hose with her teeth and tore a tiny hole. She pushed her finger through and picked at the stitching of Olivia’s Lycra shorts underneath and opened another small hole. Olivia helped Elaine strap on the dildo over her pantyhose. Elaine felt so sexy and powerful as she stood with her hands on her waist, with the big strapon protruding.
‘Strut around for me, you upper class whore!’ Olivia shouted.
Elaine pranced and wiggled, walking up and down the length of the room, her heavily made up face under her stocking mask, exhibiting a slutty grin.
‘Oh my!’ gasped Olivia. ‘So fucking hot! I’m your bitch right now. Do what you like with me…say what you want…I’m yours, Elaine!’
Elaine placed herself in a chair and pressed her knees together. She directed Olivia to lie across her lap and stick her arse out.
‘You naughty fat bitch!’ Elaine snapped, in a perfect, pristine voice, followed by a swift slap across her hosed arse. ‘You sat on my face in your tights while your husband was downstairs!’ She added another whack with her pantyhose palm. ‘It turns you on when I kick the shit out of the lazy loser!’ Another slap. ‘You whore yourself to professional women with deranged fantasies!’ Slap! ‘Is this true? Well?’
‘It’s true, Elaine! It’s true!’
Slap!
‘Tell me about this neighbour you’ve been fucking, behind our backs, you fat slut!’
‘She likes to stand in the window and watch her husband fixing his shitty car while I fuck her ass from behind. He doesn’t even know what’s happening.’
Slap! Slap! Slap!
Elaine feigned shock. ‘You dirty bitches! Is she even pretty?’
‘She’s older than you and fat. She’s plain ugly in fact and wears frumpy clothes.’
Olivia’s breathing was heavy. Hearing her own admission out loud only turned her on more.
‘Why on earth would you shag the fat cow if she’s ugly?’ Elaine flared through her mask.
‘Because we hate our husbands and because…we love swapping our used and smelly tights and knickers…’
‘What do you even wear if she’s bent near the window? She’s not naked, is she?’ Elaine said with disgust.
‘I strap my dildo over my Lycra shorts and I lift her skirt, and push it up the leg of her girdle, through her tights…I grab he waist and shaft her hard…it makes me sweat. Everyone on the estate thinks she’s a conservative gossipy cow…and here I am, shoving it up her arse…and she loves it! She washes my clothes for me once a week, so she can sniff my panties and tights…and sometimes she watches me from her back window when I’m in the garden in my Lycra shorts…knowing that she’s watching…’
Slap! Slap! ‘Anything else?’
‘I can’t say…it’s a bit weird…’
‘Tell me! I order you!’
‘Well…’ Olivia trembled. ‘She has this strange fetish. She once begged me to roll off my thick leggings and stuff them down my silky tight red panties and tights…’
‘What on earth for?’ Elaine giggled. ‘Well?’
‘So she could see the shiny bulge…she likes to sniff me like that…kiss my smelly bulging panties through the tights…’
Slap! ‘How disgusting!’ Elaine cried. ‘Presumably you don’t like it?’
‘Well,’ Olivia hesitated, ‘…actually I love it!’
‘You what?’
‘One night I went to bingo with my husband. Beverly, that’s her name, was babysitting. I came home early. The k**s were asleep. I told Bev that I pretended to have a headache and left my husband behind, even took the money, knowing he’d have no way of getting home. Bev said I looked sexy in my tight black dress and shiny bronze tights…I said I only wore the outfit for her. I sat on her lap and we kissed for ages…she smoothed her hands over my arse in my Lycra dress…then along my thighs and felt my arse through my tights and knicks…ooh…ooh…my panty crotch was so damp…We said that we wanted to leave our husbands for each other. Then I told her to kneel down and close her eyes. I stuffed a thick pair of leggings down the back of my waistband and asked her to open her eyes…I put a finger on my mouth, bit my lip and said I’ve been naughty. I turn around, slowly peel up my skirt and Bev can’t stop gawping at the huge shiny lump bulging out of the back of my shiny tights and red knickers…she starts kissing and sniffing it deeply…and I was like ‘I love you, Bev, I love you…’ And we’re rubbing ourselves…that night we slept in my bed while my husband was locked out. I found the dozy cunt asleep in the shed the morning after while I was pegging out my tights and knickers. I gave him a few words, called him a pisshead and made an idiot out of him. There in the yard. In my green Lycra leggings. While Bev watched us from the window, rubbing herself off.’
‘Do you let her suck on your strapon when it’s been up her fat arse?’
‘Yeah…yess!’ Olivia trembled.
Elaine stood up and asked Olivia to show her how her neighbour sucked her strapon. Elaine fed the dildo under Olivia’s layered pantyhose mask. Olivia looked insane as she bobbed up and down on the dildo, as she fixed her nylon eyes on Elaine.
‘Oh, yeah! Yeah! Leave your husband for me. Leave him!’ cried Elaine.
‘This is exactly how I suck it when it’s been up her arse,’ Olivia said between gasps.
‘That’s disgusting,’ said Elaine, her eyes trying to process all the feelings, lust and images Olivia’s affair with Bev influenced.
‘That’s the whole point,’ said Olivia.
Elaine couldn’t take much more. She asked Olivia to press her hands on the bed and stick her shapely arse out. She then gathered up the rest of the pantyhose and stuffed them down the back of Olivia’s tights. She pierced a small in the back and thrust her strapon right up Olivia’s succulent ass. The combination of Olivia’s shiny, distorted face and the shiny multi-coloured pantyhose bulges, straining the back of her tights was too much. With a few concentrated thrusts, and her teeth clenched through her mask, Elaine fucked Olivia.
‘Take it, you dirty bitch! Take it,’ Elaine seethed, with the wildest, encased expression under her mask, gripping Olivia’s shiny thighs, as her hips slapped her arse. ‘I fucking love fucking you, in your glossy tights, while your sad husband is downstairs!’
‘You’re fucking my fat arse so good, Elaine! Oh! Oh!’ Olivia cried as her open mouth stretched her double-layered pantyhose mask.
‘Tell me how you love pantyhose as much as I do!’
‘I love pantyhose, my darling! I fucking love pantyhose!’ Olivia yelled.
‘Tight and shiny, shiny and tight!’ Elaine’s pristine voice declared, as she smiled proudly.
‘Tight, tight, tight!’ Olivia yelled.
‘You’re going to leave your husband for me, do you understand that?’ Elaine said, as she thrust her strapon deeper.
‘I’ll do anything!’ Olivia promised.
‘I want your neighbours to see you kick the loser out and know that you’re doing it for me,’ said Elaine. ‘Take my hard cock, you fat fucking pantyhose bitch!’
‘I’ll do it for us,’ Olivia cried. ‘Oh yeah! Oh! Oh!’
They came violently. Olivia slowly crawled to the pillow and rested her head. Elaine curled into Olivia’s arms. They exchanged a deep, glossy nylon peck. They looked at each other in disbelief through the nylon masks. Elaine smiled and slowly peeled the pantyhose off her head. ‘I meant what I said,’ she whispered, as she took off Olivia’s mask.
‘So did I,’ said Olivia.
They kissed. Fresh lips. Open mouthed. Elaine got up and put her skirt and blouse on. She loved that her body was completely encased underneath. She checked her hair and touched up her lipstick.
‘We’ll go to mine. We’ll have someone to pick up the k**s tomorrow,’ said Elaine.
‘Today?’ Olivia smiled, as she got her and put her arms around Elaine’s waist and kissed her neck in front of the mirror.
‘Of course. Get changed.’
Olivia put her tight vest back on and found a pair of electric pink Lycra leggings. She reached for the bundle of tights stuffed down the back of her pantyhose.
‘What are you doing?’ said Elaine.
‘I can’t go out with these bulging out. It looks weird,’ she laughed. ‘The neighbours might see.’
‘Let them talk,’ said Elaine.
Olivia glanced at Elaine with a sexy smirk, as she pulled up her tight leggings over her bulging pantyhose encased arse. She patted the soft bulge. ‘This is so kinky,’ said Olivia.
Elaine bent down and gave the soft lycra bulge a pat and a delicate kiss. ‘I want you to spend the whole week like this. I can’t wait to sniff the tights after they’ve been in here.’
Olivia touched her make up, and ran about three layers of lip gloss over her full lips. She stepped into some heels and grabbed her handbag. ‘I’m ready,’ she said.
In the lounge, with a hand on her hip she told her pathetic husband she was leaving him. ‘Your cock is ugly and pathetic. I know you’ve been sending your cock pics to indifferent losers on porn sites but they block you because you’re so fucking boring. I’m really ashamed of you,’ said Olivia. Elaine laughed.
They left the house, not caring that the neighbours could see the way her arse triumphantly swayed in her lycra, as Elaine fondled the bulging pantyhose through the lycra. That evening, Elaine strapped a dildo over her encased face as Olivia slid it into her arsehole and rode it, making her tits slap and wobble, as she broke into a thick sweat. They laughed at her husband and at every pathetic pervert who are so basic that they think scrawny cocks are attractive.
‘Um I hope I have the right place. Are you Olivia?’
‘Who wants to know?’ said Olivia, hand on hip, knee arched. She looked bored shitless.
‘I was given this address. I’m Elaine.’
‘Yeah?’ she replied dubiously.
‘Emma gave me your address…’
Olivia’s face registered recognition but she still frowned. The afternoon light made her shorts gleam. ‘Oh right, yeah. Emma told me about you last night. Right, come in then.’
Elaine followed her down the hall, staring at her voluptuous arse in the shiny tight fabric. They passed a door. ‘My husband’s in there,’ said Olivia. ‘The dozy, lazy cunt does nothing all day. Just sits there listening to sport with his ear phone. Soon as I get an offer from the housing I’m taking the k**s and leaving him.’
She led Elaine upstairs into their small bedroom with a double bed. Elaine’s heart was beating in expectation.
‘So what do you wanna do then?’ Olivia said, sitting on the bed. She crossed her legs and sighed.
‘The same stuff Emma does,’ Elaine replied.
‘Do you have the money? I’m not cheap.’
‘You’ll be paid,’ said Elaine. ‘I’ve also brought you some of these,’ she added, opening a briefcase and handing her a few packets of luxury tights. ‘For you. The company I work for makes them.’
‘Yeah, you’re into tights like Emma. You want me to wear them?’
‘If you could…’
‘Just tell me what you want. I want to hear you say it. If you don’t ask, you won’t get.’ Elaine could see a smile playing on Olivia’s lips. Perhaps she was teasing her for her own amusement. Perhaps Olivia was judging Elaine as the pervert she was. Elaine had sophisticated, acquired tastes that her husband and various lovers, apart from Emma, couldn’t quite match. She felt so nervous and vulnerable standing in Olivia’s bedroom. Emma was right about Olivia. A shapely, plump young lady, with dark hair and eyes, a south American, or maybe Asian influence in the family. Not overtly fat as such. Olivia rose and stood before Elaine.
‘Like my Lycra shorts, do you?’
Elaine nodded.
‘I want you to hear you tell me what you want. I want you to hear yourself say it,’ Olivia said.
‘I,’ Elaine began, hesitating a little… ‘we won’t be disturbed?’
‘Chill! I’m not recording it. There’s no-one listening at the door, and even if there was I couldn’t give a fat shit. Come on!’
‘Well, Olivia. Emma said that you have no problem kissing?’
‘No. I’ve been regular kissing my fat dumpy neighbour next door, while her husband’s at work. For like two years.’
‘Erm…facesitting? Do you do that?’
‘That’s why most people see me, especially professional ladies like you.’
‘Quite,’ Elaine smiled nervously. ‘Would you possibly be interested in getting encased…your face, your body…in…these tights?’
‘Sure. Anything else?’
It felt ridiculous. Elaine’s heart was thumping. What if Olivia laughed? She felt red. ‘Well Emma said you also…’
‘Never mind what Emma said. I want you to tell me what you want.’
Elaine said it quietly. She couldn’t even face Olivia. Imagine if her employees and family could see her now.
‘Say it louder. It doesn’t matter if my loser of a fella can hear us. He’s in his own pissed up world. Come on, love!’
‘I want you to sit on my face in your Lycra and tights and…’
‘Yeah?’
Elaine couldn’t look at Olivia when she said it.
‘I want you to make me sniff you.’
Olivia beamed. ‘Sit on your face?’
Elaine faced the floor and nodded.
‘On your head?’ Olivia said.
Elaine nodded.
‘Sit on your nose?’
Elaine nodded. Olivia’s smile drenched the room in light.
‘On your mouth?’
‘Please,’ said Elaine, trembling in anticipation.
Olivia turned and smoothed her hands over her arse. ‘You like my arse that much, do you?’ She paraded herself, wiggling up and down so Elaine could assess the shimmer of the tight fabric on each buttock as her arse swayed left and right. Elaine nodded. She felt a little ashamed. Olivia put a hand on Elaine’s chin, moving her head so they were looking in each other’s eyes.
‘You’re into Lycra and tights that much, eh?’
‘Unbelievably,’ said Elaine. ‘It’s an obsession.’
‘Closer,’ said Olivia.
Elaine moved her head to Olivia who then positioned Elaine’s hands onto her smooth, curvy, beautiful arse. Olivia smiled. ‘You’re probably old enough to be my mother or maybe an Aunt…you’re classy though,’ she said admiring Elaine’s smart and chic business attire. Olivia ran her hands over Elaine’s petite ass in her skirt, ran them over her hips and up to her shoulders. She leant in and they softly pecked her a few times. Elaine’s panty crotch felt moist.
Olivia stroked Elaine’s cheek.
‘I am sooo going to sit on your pretty face. And you know what? I’ve been wearing my Lycra shorts all fucking week!’
Gently Olivia tilted Elaine’s head and they kissed fully. Their lips opened and closed in slow rhythm as Elaine smoothed and circled her hands over Olivia’s tight, fat but well-proportioned and shapely arse. They kissed for ages. For ages. Outside was the ambience of the neighbourhood, inside the ambience of lycra lesbian lust.
‘You like my fat arse, hey? Tell me truthfully how much you love my fat arse in Lycra,’ Olivia said eventually.
‘I do Olivia, it’s so adorable.’
‘Grab it! Tell me how you love my fat arse and kiss me.’
‘Oh Olivia, I do love you fat arse, I really do want to sniff it!’
They kissed passionately. Elaine became more confident and gripped Olivia’s arse. Eyes closed. Open passion. It was such a turn on for them knowing that Olivia’s husband was in the room down below, listening to his pocket radio. They kissed and chewed each other’s mouth for at least twenty minutes: A conservative chic business woman and a trashy girl in a tight-vest and form fitting knee length Lycra shorts engaged in their desires. It looked like love from the outside but it was definitely lust.
Olivia smiled to herself and swayed over to the chest of drawers, knowing that Elaine was watching the light dancing on the seat of her skin tight Lycra.
‘Take your skirt and blouse off,’ Olivia said. ‘Leave your tights, bra and heels on. Lie on the bed.’ Elaine obeyed demurely, stepping out of her skirt in just her elegant suntan tights and black panties underneath. Olivia grinned cheekily as she climbed on the bed with a handful of tights. ‘These haven’t been washed yet. They’re probably smelly. Want to sniff them?’ she teased, placing the bundle against Elaine’s mouth and nose, as she lay on top of her.
‘Please Olivia, please, yes…oh.’
‘Sniff them…worship them! I really hope they stink.’
Elaine closed her eyes and sniffed the bundle of nylon of different shades and glimmers. She inhaled deeply and licked delicately, sometimes kissing the fabric. Olivia grinned dirtily as she watched her slave worship her stinky nylon she held in her fist. ‘Don’t forget to feel my arse,’ she said. Elaine reached out and grabbed Olivia’s tight Lycra ass, roaming her hands all over, while she sniffed the nylon deeply. Elaine opened her eyes to see Olivia looking on with amused fascination, her mouth open in what seemed like a scowl of disgust and arousal. ‘They really, really stink, Elaine. Believe me. Sniff them…yeah, sniff! You pathetic slut!’
Olivia dropped the bundle of shiny smelly tights on Elaine’s face and they kissed through the layers of silk and nylon. Olivia grabbed a couple of stockings from the bundle and one by one stretched them tightly over Elaine’s face, tugging and distorting the fabric so the glimmer danced over Elaine’s features, contorted in ecstasy underneath. Olivia cupped Elaine’s face, looked deeply into her eyes and said ‘Would it turn you on if I told you that I hate my husband and LOVE doing this with you while he’s downstairs?’
‘It does, actually’ said Elaine. ‘Oh Olivia!’
‘He’ll never have what we have. Do you understand that?’ Olivia whispered with wide-eyes as she stretched another skin tight shimmery golden stocking over Elaine’s face.
‘Oh Olivia!’
They kissed.
‘I really, really need to sit on you. Tell me, nice and loud, it’s what you want. I want to hear you sniff as much as I want to feel it,’ Olivia panted.
‘My Olivia, please sit on my face! Please!’
‘I really, really hope it’s stinky,’ Olivia smirked, reversing and lowering her skin tight Lycra arse on Elaine’s compressed stocking face. She bobbed and grinded for a while, her arse almost engulfing the business woman’s encased head. Olivia then opened her mouth, took in a deep breath and blasted a hot, tight one through Elaine’s encased nostrils and mouth. Elaine sniffed noisily.
‘A-ha, yeah!’ Olivia exhaled, as she rode Elaine’s head into the bed vigorously enough to make the whole bed squeak and creak. ‘Want more? I got more!’
Another one followed, then another heavy one, followed by some sharp thin rips. Elaine was frigging herself vigorously through her tights. How lucky she felt. A hard day at the office, repossessing people’s homes, breaking balls and being the archetype bitch and look at her now, under a tight, fat ass, being farted into oblivion by the type of girl her friends would pity or look down on. Any time she saw a young woman like Olivia at the bus stop or pushing a pram in the street in tight leggings, she often thought ‘God I’d love her to sit on my mouth!’
Elaine could almost imagine that Nicki Minaj or Beyonce was sitting and farting on her, which only made her sniff more deeply. Olivia got up and took out more pairs of tights and pantyhose. ‘Now this is the bit where we both get encased!’ she smiled. She asked Elaine to stand in front of the mirror as Olivia layered her body with incandescent shades of creamy, sky blue, silver and golden tights over her legs and over her chest, making sure Elaine put her arms in one leg hole and the head in the other, to really smooth and distort her face. Elaine had to admit that she never looked and felt so smooth and glossy before. Olivia told her to get into a pair of shiny black heeled slippers.
‘How does that feel, hun?’ said Olivia.
Elaine looked at her reflection in the mirror and smoothed her encased hands down her sides.
‘Splendid. Sheer and shiny,’ Elaine smiled.
Olivia squeezed her head into a shiny white stocking and layered it with a steel coloured stocking which made her distorted full face shimmer. Elaine trembled with lust. Olivia hoisted a couple of golden layers of modified pantyhose with the crotch cut out over her head and pulled them over her big tits. She then slid a pair of light bronze and light toast tights over her Lycra shorts, giving her curves even more definition.
‘It’s soooo tight!’ Olivia gasped, stretching her stocking face with her mouth, as she smoothed her glossy ass and bent over a little to see what the sheen looked like in the mirror. Olivia put her hand around Elaine’s waist. They stared at their glossy reflections.
‘We look fucking awesome!’ Olivia exclaimed. ‘Oh yeah, baby!’
Elaine giggled through her stocking mask, exposing her sexy smile.
‘Wanna have real fun?’ said Olivia turning towards Elaine, nylon face to nylon face.
‘Absolutely.’
‘Let’s have some fun with that loser who calls himself my husband. I want you to deliver him a message from me.’ Olivia leant forward and whispered her message. Elaine smiled at the nerve of it.
‘Are you sure? What if he…’ Elaine said.
‘He won’t! He’s a creep. Besides you want me to sit on you again, right?’
They kissed more passionately than ever. Shimmering nylon lips. Encased jaws dancing in the light. ‘Go now, Elaine.’
Elaine composed herself and tentatively opened the door and crept down stairs. It was a thrill to be in a stranger’s house, encased like this. Olivia’s husband was on the sofa, earphone in his ear when Elaine appeared, hands on hips, beaming through her skin tight stocking mask. ‘Your wife sleeps with other women because you bore the shit out of her. You’re nothing but a hateful, repulsive loser. I’m going to shag your wife in a moment and, believe me, we won’t give a shit about you. Here’s a message from Olivia,’ said Elaine, blowing a kiss and delivering a powerful roundhouse kick to her husband’s temple, felling him. Elaine giggled and rejoined Olivia upstairs.
Elaine told Olivia what happened while Olivia just smirked provocatively.
They kissed passionately, reclining on the bed, with Olivia on top until she straddled Elaine’s face and ordered her to sniff.
‘Oh my, so delicious,’ Elaine breathed.
The thought that her husband was probably down below nursing a bruised head while she was under his wife’s amazing arse made the crotch of her tights sopping wet.
‘You know what? I’m so fucking loving this!’ Olivia cried, bouncing on Elaine’s stocking head, making her tits and arse wobble under the shimmer of nylon.
Meanwhile Elaine frantically forced her encased nose as far as it could go between Olivia’s buttocks, sniffing, moaning and insanely shaking her head, possessed with lust. Olivia leant over and forced her head between Elaine’s legs and sniffed and licked at her multi-layered pantyhose crotch, through her encased mask. Divine pantyhose sex was the best. Olivia had no thought for her husband below, as their bodies shimmered and writhed in the heat and the aromas of their multi-layered pantyhose bodies. Elaine came again, screaming deeply into Olivia’s arse. Olivia climbed off Elaine and went to the bedside drawer and took out a strapon.
‘I normally use this little beauty on my neighbour I was telling you about,’ she smiled. ‘But I reckon you’d love to work this thing right up my arsehole,’ Olivia said. ‘Just have to make a little adjustment. Here…help me…make a tiny, tiny hole there,’ she said pointing towards her arse. ‘Be careful not to tear too much. I know we’d like my arse to be covered as much as possible…so it doesn’t even look like you can see the hole in my tights.’
Carefully Elaine tugged at the hose with her teeth and tore a tiny hole. She pushed her finger through and picked at the stitching of Olivia’s Lycra shorts underneath and opened another small hole. Olivia helped Elaine strap on the dildo over her pantyhose. Elaine felt so sexy and powerful as she stood with her hands on her waist, with the big strapon protruding.
‘Strut around for me, you upper class whore!’ Olivia shouted.
Elaine pranced and wiggled, walking up and down the length of the room, her heavily made up face under her stocking mask, exhibiting a slutty grin.
‘Oh my!’ gasped Olivia. ‘So fucking hot! I’m your bitch right now. Do what you like with me…say what you want…I’m yours, Elaine!’
Elaine placed herself in a chair and pressed her knees together. She directed Olivia to lie across her lap and stick her arse out.
‘You naughty fat bitch!’ Elaine snapped, in a perfect, pristine voice, followed by a swift slap across her hosed arse. ‘You sat on my face in your tights while your husband was downstairs!’ She added another whack with her pantyhose palm. ‘It turns you on when I kick the shit out of the lazy loser!’ Another slap. ‘You whore yourself to professional women with deranged fantasies!’ Slap! ‘Is this true? Well?’
‘It’s true, Elaine! It’s true!’
Slap!
‘Tell me about this neighbour you’ve been fucking, behind our backs, you fat slut!’
‘She likes to stand in the window and watch her husband fixing his shitty car while I fuck her ass from behind. He doesn’t even know what’s happening.’
Slap! Slap! Slap!
Elaine feigned shock. ‘You dirty bitches! Is she even pretty?’
‘She’s older than you and fat. She’s plain ugly in fact and wears frumpy clothes.’
Olivia’s breathing was heavy. Hearing her own admission out loud only turned her on more.
‘Why on earth would you shag the fat cow if she’s ugly?’ Elaine flared through her mask.
‘Because we hate our husbands and because…we love swapping our used and smelly tights and knickers…’
‘What do you even wear if she’s bent near the window? She’s not naked, is she?’ Elaine said with disgust.
‘I strap my dildo over my Lycra shorts and I lift her skirt, and push it up the leg of her girdle, through her tights…I grab he waist and shaft her hard…it makes me sweat. Everyone on the estate thinks she’s a conservative gossipy cow…and here I am, shoving it up her arse…and she loves it! She washes my clothes for me once a week, so she can sniff my panties and tights…and sometimes she watches me from her back window when I’m in the garden in my Lycra shorts…knowing that she’s watching…’
Slap! Slap! ‘Anything else?’
‘I can’t say…it’s a bit weird…’
‘Tell me! I order you!’
‘Well…’ Olivia trembled. ‘She has this strange fetish. She once begged me to roll off my thick leggings and stuff them down my silky tight red panties and tights…’
‘What on earth for?’ Elaine giggled. ‘Well?’
‘So she could see the shiny bulge…she likes to sniff me like that…kiss my smelly bulging panties through the tights…’
Slap! ‘How disgusting!’ Elaine cried. ‘Presumably you don’t like it?’
‘Well,’ Olivia hesitated, ‘…actually I love it!’
‘You what?’
‘One night I went to bingo with my husband. Beverly, that’s her name, was babysitting. I came home early. The k**s were asleep. I told Bev that I pretended to have a headache and left my husband behind, even took the money, knowing he’d have no way of getting home. Bev said I looked sexy in my tight black dress and shiny bronze tights…I said I only wore the outfit for her. I sat on her lap and we kissed for ages…she smoothed her hands over my arse in my Lycra dress…then along my thighs and felt my arse through my tights and knicks…ooh…ooh…my panty crotch was so damp…We said that we wanted to leave our husbands for each other. Then I told her to kneel down and close her eyes. I stuffed a thick pair of leggings down the back of my waistband and asked her to open her eyes…I put a finger on my mouth, bit my lip and said I’ve been naughty. I turn around, slowly peel up my skirt and Bev can’t stop gawping at the huge shiny lump bulging out of the back of my shiny tights and red knickers…she starts kissing and sniffing it deeply…and I was like ‘I love you, Bev, I love you…’ And we’re rubbing ourselves…that night we slept in my bed while my husband was locked out. I found the dozy cunt asleep in the shed the morning after while I was pegging out my tights and knickers. I gave him a few words, called him a pisshead and made an idiot out of him. There in the yard. In my green Lycra leggings. While Bev watched us from the window, rubbing herself off.’
‘Do you let her suck on your strapon when it’s been up her fat arse?’
‘Yeah…yess!’ Olivia trembled.
Elaine stood up and asked Olivia to show her how her neighbour sucked her strapon. Elaine fed the dildo under Olivia’s layered pantyhose mask. Olivia looked insane as she bobbed up and down on the dildo, as she fixed her nylon eyes on Elaine.
‘Oh, yeah! Yeah! Leave your husband for me. Leave him!’ cried Elaine.
‘This is exactly how I suck it when it’s been up her arse,’ Olivia said between gasps.
‘That’s disgusting,’ said Elaine, her eyes trying to process all the feelings, lust and images Olivia’s affair with Bev influenced.
‘That’s the whole point,’ said Olivia.
Elaine couldn’t take much more. She asked Olivia to press her hands on the bed and stick her shapely arse out. She then gathered up the rest of the pantyhose and stuffed them down the back of Olivia’s tights. She pierced a small in the back and thrust her strapon right up Olivia’s succulent ass. The combination of Olivia’s shiny, distorted face and the shiny multi-coloured pantyhose bulges, straining the back of her tights was too much. With a few concentrated thrusts, and her teeth clenched through her mask, Elaine fucked Olivia.
‘Take it, you dirty bitch! Take it,’ Elaine seethed, with the wildest, encased expression under her mask, gripping Olivia’s shiny thighs, as her hips slapped her arse. ‘I fucking love fucking you, in your glossy tights, while your sad husband is downstairs!’
‘You’re fucking my fat arse so good, Elaine! Oh! Oh!’ Olivia cried as her open mouth stretched her double-layered pantyhose mask.
‘Tell me how you love pantyhose as much as I do!’
‘I love pantyhose, my darling! I fucking love pantyhose!’ Olivia yelled.
‘Tight and shiny, shiny and tight!’ Elaine’s pristine voice declared, as she smiled proudly.
‘Tight, tight, tight!’ Olivia yelled.
‘You’re going to leave your husband for me, do you understand that?’ Elaine said, as she thrust her strapon deeper.
‘I’ll do anything!’ Olivia promised.
‘I want your neighbours to see you kick the loser out and know that you’re doing it for me,’ said Elaine. ‘Take my hard cock, you fat fucking pantyhose bitch!’
‘I’ll do it for us,’ Olivia cried. ‘Oh yeah! Oh! Oh!’
They came violently. Olivia slowly crawled to the pillow and rested her head. Elaine curled into Olivia’s arms. They exchanged a deep, glossy nylon peck. They looked at each other in disbelief through the nylon masks. Elaine smiled and slowly peeled the pantyhose off her head. ‘I meant what I said,’ she whispered, as she took off Olivia’s mask.
‘So did I,’ said Olivia.
They kissed. Fresh lips. Open mouthed. Elaine got up and put her skirt and blouse on. She loved that her body was completely encased underneath. She checked her hair and touched up her lipstick.
‘We’ll go to mine. We’ll have someone to pick up the k**s tomorrow,’ said Elaine.
‘Today?’ Olivia smiled, as she got her and put her arms around Elaine’s waist and kissed her neck in front of the mirror.
‘Of course. Get changed.’
Olivia put her tight vest back on and found a pair of electric pink Lycra leggings. She reached for the bundle of tights stuffed down the back of her pantyhose.
‘What are you doing?’ said Elaine.
‘I can’t go out with these bulging out. It looks weird,’ she laughed. ‘The neighbours might see.’
‘Let them talk,’ said Elaine.
Olivia glanced at Elaine with a sexy smirk, as she pulled up her tight leggings over her bulging pantyhose encased arse. She patted the soft bulge. ‘This is so kinky,’ said Olivia.
Elaine bent down and gave the soft lycra bulge a pat and a delicate kiss. ‘I want you to spend the whole week like this. I can’t wait to sniff the tights after they’ve been in here.’
Olivia touched her make up, and ran about three layers of lip gloss over her full lips. She stepped into some heels and grabbed her handbag. ‘I’m ready,’ she said.
In the lounge, with a hand on her hip she told her pathetic husband she was leaving him. ‘Your cock is ugly and pathetic. I know you’ve been sending your cock pics to indifferent losers on porn sites but they block you because you’re so fucking boring. I’m really ashamed of you,’ said Olivia. Elaine laughed.
They left the house, not caring that the neighbours could see the way her arse triumphantly swayed in her lycra, as Elaine fondled the bulging pantyhose through the lycra. That evening, Elaine strapped a dildo over her encased face as Olivia slid it into her arsehole and rode it, making her tits slap and wobble, as she broke into a thick sweat. They laughed at her husband and at every pathetic pervert who are so basic that they think scrawny cocks are attractive.
Jo
- 19.08.2021
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