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A few years ago I used to send my smelly panties and pantyhose to a crossdresser called Joxie. In particular he requested that my panties and tights must be ‘really worn and smelly’. In turn he would pose with them, however I wanted. He loved following my precise orders on how to pose. He’d send me the pictures of him (below) wearing or sniffing, or stuffing my used panties into his pantyhose, telling me that I could post the pics anywhere, as he loved the attention.
It gave him a thrill receiving pics of me with my pantyhose ass sagging and bulging with smelly panties. Like this one I sent (below)
For one request I wore my panties and tights for two weeks, before sending to him, to push inside his stocking mask! As you can see, in one of the pics, his//her eyes really do express sleepy lust at the aroma of my smelly used panties pressed under his nose, inside his stocking mask (pictured)
He said that I couldn’t imagine what he was really thinking and how my stinky panties and tights made him feel.
For Joxie (pronounced Josie) x
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‘For your wife, are they?’ said the old woman at the counter of the hosiery department.
‘Actually they’re for me. I have a date tonight.’
The botoxed face laughed at me as I paid for the packets of tights and pantyhose.
‘I can’t see it somehow,’ she said.
‘Really?’
I pulled up a photo of me on my phone, my body in shiny black tights, heels and a black leotard. I looked fucking awesome. Especially my legs, with the glossy nylon weave. The expression on my heavy makeup defiantly knew the dirty secrets of the observer. ‘Be honest,’ I said. ‘Who would your husband rather be with? With this? Or…’ and I looked her over. ‘What happened to your top lip? You look like someone’s given you a thump, love. It’s like this really. There are unhappy married men out there, hundreds, who have creamed more times in a month over my pics, than inside their wives, after decades of marriage. My arse and hot outfits restarts their cocks.’ I smiled, wiggled my ass out of the store with a smirk on my face. I returned to the hotel to prepare for my date.
Since I had a few hours before Joxie’s arrival I figured I could get in shape and limber up with a few stretches. I smoothed on my silky ivory opaque tights and squeezed into my pink leotard and pink ballet slippers with the ribbons over my calves. I made a few stretches in front of the mirror, marveling at how the leotard clung to my body and how it shimmered. I then turned my back to the mirror, bent over and touched my toes. Fuck, I loved my ass. I then stepped over to the mirror, paused and pressed a couple of moist pecks on my reflection. I smiled and threw myself on the bed and thought about Joxie. ‘Oh Joxie,’ I sighed, running my hands all over my smooth leotard and satin legs and writhing. ‘Polly and Joxie! In tights! Oh tights!’ The sound of my own voice sounded so pathetic and sissy like.
When I originally saw Joxie’s profile and photos of the tan and gold shiny pantyhose encasement over tight black panties, bra, heels with a sexy encased face, I knew I would enjoy cheating on my boyfriend to be with ‘her’ and eventually take great pleasure in trolling my BF with pictures of our entwined encased bodies humping, our glossy encased selfies of us together; our mocking smiles stretching our stocking faces. Oh how I had rubbed my pantyhose over my panty crotch, looking at Joxie pics, her glimmering, tall shapely legs, the awesome ass in her leotard and skintight stocking face! How I squealed in delight as I had pranced about the apartment hands on hips, like a sissy, wiggling my ass in my pantyhose and leotard saying ‘Oooh aaaahhh I want Joxie!’ I wanted to submit my curvy arse to that hard cock of Joxie’s, packed inside tightly, gleaming layered nylon, to press my nylon compressed pantyhose face and nose against Joxie’s tight silky panty butt. But I also wanted to hump Joxie’s tight butt, outside and inside, grind our hard, tightly packed crotches together, sound tracked by the sound of friction the material made, and our heavy breathing and dirty talk. What’s more I wanted people to see us, to understand what lust was, what pantyhose love really is about. I wanted them to understand the anticipation of watching me running a new pair of fresh, shiny pantyhose over my legs, seeing the cheating smile through my tight stocking face, as I smoothed my hands over my legs, knowing that I was dressing for Joxie. This was a deep love, I felt. A distorted love. Distorted and enhanced by pantyhose and our imagination. Through our private message exchanges, Joxie certainly had a curious imagination. Some of the things she fantasized about me doing to her in my tights were disgusting but not, I have to admit, unwelcome. We had to meet. And so it was arranged. It turned out that I was going to be in Joxie’s town for some work related stuff. I had a couple of days free. I packed tons of pantyhose and Lycra, skirts and a couple of wigs. Among the fresh new panties and tights, I made sure that I packed enough used panties and smelly tights for our mutual pleasure.
After a nap I applied some make up, squeezed into my bum hugging shiny skintight full bottomed silver blue panties, glossy black pantyhose, a sexy skintight black Lycra dress, and silver platform sandals. I finished it off with my electric blue bobbed wig. All the while I couldn't keep the smile of anticipation off my face while thinking about my lover. I then lit some candles, put on some slushy love songs and prepared the camera to film the event. A few moments later I heard a knock at the door.
He was smiling when I opened the door. 'Did you bring your stuff?' I asked.
'I'm wearing them under these clothes,' he replied. 'You're looking hot!'
'It's all for you, darling,' I trembled as I closed the door. I put my arms around (the man who would become) Joxie’s neck and we kissed slowly and passionately, our heads tilting into a rhythm, and our eyes closed for a good fifteen minutes. There was absolutely no thought for my boyfriend whatsoever, as my nose pressed into his cheek, as our jaws moved complicity to our rhythm. Certainly no feelings of guilt on my part. Whenever I became Polly, I certainly had no qualms about being an unfaithful, treacherous bitch.
‘I’ve wanted this, like, forever!’ I gasped, as we broke off. ‘Where does your other half think you are tonight?'
'Shooting pool with the guys,' Joxie laughed. ‘She’s so fucking dumb.’
I smiled, as we exchanged a moist peck.
He already told me about his girlfriend, some fat, lazy homophobe, who was obsessed with cosmic ordering and other bullshit. He wondered why he was even with her since she was always nagging him about something, and was never experimental in the bedroom. That’s not the first time I’ve heard that story from disappointed husbands.
‘Mmm,’ I said, circling my hands around his neck. ‘I’ve been thinking about you all day, my darling,’ I said. ‘I love pantyhose as much as you like sniffing mine! I can’t wait!’
Joxie stroked my hair and cheek. ‘Neither can I. Give me a couple of minutes!’ He patted my arse, and I liked it, because it meant I was his/hers.
Joxie went to the bathroom to change.
When ‘Joxie’ emerged a few moments later I was greeted by shiny long legs in glossy golden pantyhose, pulled tightly over her silky tight black panties, right under her chest, making her legs super long. Joxie’s chest had a black silk padded bra encased in a layer of suntan pantyhose over her chest and arms! The outfit was topped by a skintight gleaming tan stocking over her smooth face! Joxie stood before me in killer heels, hands on hips with a knowing slutty smile, stretching the pantyhose. On the mp3 player the little speakers purred the song ‘Queer’ by Garbage, my favourite seduction song. I often spend most nights listening to it while slowly kissing my own pantyhose encased reflection in the mirror and whispering how I love pantyhose, to my shiny, distorted face.
I wiggled slowly over to Joxie and placed my hands on her shoulders.
‘This is romantic,’ said Joxie, taking my waist.
'Well, we are secret lovers,' I smiled into her eyes. My expression changed and took on a careful look. ‘There’s absolutely nothing that I wouldn’t do for you. I want you to know that, darling. Between you and me, anything goes.’
‘Even?’
I remembered that disgusting thing he once fantasized about.
‘Especially that,’ I purred, as I looked sultry into her encased eyes.
Joxie grabbed my tight butt hard and we kissed more wildly than before. My lips caressed her parted nylon lips. My hands roamed, squeezed and patted her well-shaped butt through her panties and tights. Knowing this man, came in the shimmery package of Joxie was the whole point.
We paused while I asked Joxie to unzip me from my skirt in front of the mirror. It was so sensual as I slowly stepped out of my tight dress. I stood there in my platform sandals, black tights over tight blue panties. I turned around and took Joxie’s glossy head in my hands and kissed it so deeply that there were small traces of my lipstick on her nylon lips. I cupped Joxie’s arse, smoothing my hands over the shimmer as we kissed and smiled.
‘Ooh, I almost forgot,’ said Joxie dipping into her bag, poking her arse out, which stretched her panties tighter under the hose, creating a shiny weave effect. She took out her blonde wig and placed it on her head. Then she presented me with a little box which revealed a pretty pearl necklace. We stood facing the mirror as my glossy lover fixed it around my neck.
I sighed and smiled and said in a girly voice ‘Do I look pretty, Joxie?’
Joxie gently held my hands and said ‘You’re gorgeous, Polly.’
I rested my head on Joxie encased chest, over her bra, while Joxie stroked my electric blue hair. ‘I really wish our partners could see us now,’ I sighed with deep bliss. ‘I’d love them to see what we mean to each other.’ I began to stroke and rub Joxie’s panty crotch gently. She was already hard as rock. ‘I’d leave my boyfriend in a heartbeat for you but I kinda like cheating on him.’
I took out a shiny tan stocking and pulled it tightly over my wig and head, distorting my face really tightly.
I opened and closed my mouth loving how the nylon felt and how I looked, stretching the hose with my mouth. The lamp light made it really shimmer. We pressed our encased cheeks together and looked in the mirror. I felt Joxie’s hand tug on the neckline. ‘Tighter,’ I said. ‘Stretch it tighter!' My features distorted more as he tugged.
‘So you like it tight?’ seethed Joxie, as I sensed her encased menacing smile near me.
‘Oh tight! Tight!’ I cried, feeling my features distort under nylon. I caressed my face and cooed at how smooth and tight it felt under the shimmer.
Joxie sat down and I sat on her lap as we kissed, pantyhose mouth to pantyhose mouth, nylon on nylon, and gloss on gloss. The music had stopped now and all that could be heard was the sound of our kisses, muffled by the swish and friction of nylon. We must have been really passionate because Joxie’s wig had slipped off. We also lost track of time because the next time I looked at the clock, a good 50 minutes had passed. All of a sudden I got to my feet and pranced up and down, with one arm on high my hip bleating, 'Do you like my wiggling ass? I always wiggle for you, dear! Ooh, ooh I so dooo!' I wiggled slowly to the left and right, to the left and right, the light dancing with each movement of my ass. I then perched on the little sofa, spread my heeled ankles slightly and lifted my knees to my chest. The glimmer of light reflected the skintight sheen of my panties and tights. ‘I want you to sniff and worship my pantied arsehole, through my tights,’ I said seriously. ‘Believe me, they fucking stink!’ I could see clearly the outline of Joxie’s cock straining through the nylon. I licked my lips. Joxie didn’t waste any time burying her encased nose against my encased arsehole as I willed and begged her to sniff deeply.
‘Yeah, babe. Oh yeah, don’t forget my damp panty crotch, love. Show me how I should sniff your balls later. Lick, you slut! Yeah, darling, keep going. We’ll wear smelly panties and tights on our heads when we kiss and hump!’
Joxie’s moans were muffled as she expertly sniffed out my shiny panty crotch and arsehole, and attempted to lap at my crotch through her tight mask. I gritted my teeth through my mask. ‘Fuckin’ yeah!’ I shouted.
‘I love you Polly, I love you!’ Joxie wined like a sissy as she breathed me in. My own cock was straining against my shimmery knickers. I then lay down on my back and smiled as I said, ‘Joxie I need you to spread that beautiful arse of yours over my nose and mouth and grind it against my head.’
She didn’t need telling twice. She was already on me, and I could feel the weight, the sweat and the sensual odour of the Lycra, silk and Nylon combined, through my squashed nose in hose. The very thought of being with someone dressed like this, while wearing skintight panties and shiny pantyhose was enough to make me stroke my panty crotch but with the knowledge that we were cheating on our partners while we did it, it was driving me over the edge. I buried my nose and mouth as far up Joxie’s ass as I could get. I inhaled deeply with deep enthusiasm. I sniffed and sniffed and sniffed like I’d always wanted to, knowing that this was only the beautiful beginning. After a good 30 minutes of nibbling, sniffing and gobbling, we sat up, threw our arms around each other and we kissed even more passionately before. ‘I needed that,’ I smiled. ‘I love you, Joxie.’
We smiled as we looked at the camera. I slowly removed my nylon stocking, my wig and smiled before stretching another couple of pairs of ultra-tight glistening tan pantyhose over my head. Joxie pulled the hose tightly down for me. I looked at the camera and began to speak through my mask. It was the birthday gift for the man who I was going to dump.
‘As you can see Phil, dear,’ I said to the camera. ‘I’ve been cheating on you, like, forever. I’ve been having a passionate affair with Joxie here. All that time you were doing overtime I was messaging, skyping and meeting up with my lover. Remember those tight blue Lycra shorts you bought for me and how great you said my arse looked? Well Joxie here had the pleasure of burying her face between my cheeks while I was wearing them. Not only that, but I’ve been sharing my pics to xhamster for all the men and crossdressers to wank to.’
Joxie and I kissed. I smoothed my legs. ‘In fact these tights you bought for me that I’m wearing now, well I always knew I would wear them for Joxie, knowing how much you wanted me to wear them for you. Right now she’s fingering my pantied arsehole. I’m sending you this video in time for your birthday just so you know how I feel about you. I wish I could be there to see your face. It would turn me on but I’ll make a point of thinking about you on this special day by letting Joxie pipe hot spunk over my encased face! Ooh!’
All the while I was saying this I was rubbing Shera’s shiny crotch. I squatted between her legs, slipped Joxie’s layered hose and panties down and sucked the big, thick and hard cock through my glimmering nyloned mask, all the while looking up at his shimmery face so he could see my devilish and devoted expression. His cock stretched deep into my mouth, through the gleaming fabric, its weave dancing in the light making my lips and nose, and face shimmer. The thrill of sucking cock dressed like this was overwhelming me. My eyes couldn’t process all the information. I must have looked insane.
In the mirror behind me Joxie studied how tight my blue panties were stretched tightly under my black tights.
I’ve always loved having my ass admired and desired by men and crossdressers when I post my photos online, especially making straight married men cum or get harder than their wives have ever made them. How I squeal with my own self-satisfaction and pleasure at how many men have cheated on their girlfriends in their minds to be with me, and in reality, and how many of my own boyfriends I’ve cheated on. Oh how many times my shiny, encased face has been spunked on, how hard I’ve been fucked, oh! I slipped Joxie’s pantyhose all the way off her legs and pulled the crotch part over my head and stuck my arms into the leg sections. The way I trembled with lust and how it made my head and shoulders shiny and distorted was too much for Joxie.
‘Oh Joxie, dear! Encasement! Encasement! I love pantyhose encasement! I love shiny, tight, smelly pantyhose!’ I cried out. ‘Encasement! Skintight encasement!’
‘Oh Polly!’ cried Joxie, as my encased head was plastered with hot cream. I turned towards the camera and smiled as I spread the cream down my hosed cheeks and lips. Knowing that this would frustrate and hurt Phil, and those who couldn’t have me, made the pleasure more special. I slipped the pantyhose off my head and screwed them into a ball and pushed them down the back of my panties. I wanted to feel the damp bulge between the cheeks of my ass, under my own pantyhose. I crawled onto the bed where Joxie was recovering and lay in his arms as we curled up and dozed off. The camera would have picked up the image of my legs tucked up, revealing the sheen and curvature of my ass next to my lover on the bed, bulging with drenched pantyhose under my tights and panties. I was so proud of myself.
After a break I squeezed into my skintight black glimmer long sleeved dance leotard. I pulled my layered incandescent bronze and suntan tights over the top. I stepped into my black heels, applied makeup and pulled a black bobbed wig on my head. I put my hands on my hips and admired myself in the mirror, with my slutty smile. Joxie grinned proudly as she emerged from the bathroom in a deliciously far too tight electric pink dance leotard and toast coloured ultra-shimmer Danskin tights over the top, and knee length boots. Over her heavily made up face and glossy red lipstick sat a blonde wig on her head. She stood before me one hand on her hip with her knee arched like a model.
‘Wow that leotard suits you, Polly!’
I smiled and turned my head a little. ‘I love wearing this as much as you love seeing me in it.’
I d****d my arms on my lover’s shoulders and we swayed slowly, gazing lustfully into her eyes. ‘Ooh pantyhose,’ I cooed. ‘I love pantyhose so much. You look so hot!’
‘Pantyhose,’ Joxie replied. ‘Sexy, shiny, silky, shimmery pantyhose!’
We pecked our lips delicately and smiled. Joxie smoothed her hands over the tight sheen of my arse. ‘Pantyhose,’ I whispered. ‘Pantyhose, pantyhose, shiny, smelly, stinky pantyhose. Panty. Hose!’ I said so softly.
We kissed harder. Joxie pulled away, and with a sudden wild look in her eyes cried, ‘Tights, tights, tights, leotards, spandex!’ We kissed fervently, our hands roaming our shiny arses, and thighs, and touching each other’s well packed, smooth crotches, consumed by an insane lust. Joxie leant over the dresser and stuck her arse out. She begged me to sniff her leotard and hose encased ass like never before.
‘Let’s add something,’ I smiled devilishly. I reached for a bundle of used pantyhose and panties, screwed them up and shoved them down the back of her pantyhose. I stuffed some inside her leotard. The soft bulges made it look disgusting.
Seeing the shiny, screwed up pantyhose crushed inside her pantyhose and leotard ass, made me tremble. I shook with lust as dug my twitching nose against the impossibly tight shiny bulging fabric, sniffing her ass so deeply it sent me cross eyed with passion. Meanwhile Joxie kissed her reflection in the mirror, only pausing to say, ‘Deeper, sniff me, sniff me!’ I thrust my face and nose against her butt as hard and as far as it would go, moaning and moaning in passion. How I wish it were biologically possible to encase my head in a tight, shiny stocking under a condom and head fuck Joxie! Nose fucking her was just as good though. I stood up, grabbed Joxie’s hips and dry buggered her as we looked at our heavily made up and slutty faces in the mirror, contorted with ecstasy.
‘Oh Polly! I love it! I love it, Pantyhose Polly!’ Joxie cried.
‘Yeah, take it, Spandex Joxie! It was always going to be like this! Do you understand me? Always! Polly and Joxie! Polly and Joxie! You. Me. Tights!’ I yelled as I pounded her. ‘Bet you want to sniff me, ass, huh? Sniff my smelly tights!’ Joxie removed the screwed up tights and panties from inside her hose and stuffed them down the back of my tights.
I leaned over the dresser, and beamed smugly, knowing that Joxie could see the bundles of pantyhose and panties compressed under my tights. Joxie carefully placed her nose against the bulges and kissed and sniffed. ‘Sniff me delicious, luxury pantyhose, Joxie!’ I said in my most sissy voice. I caught a glance of my dolled up face in the mirror, and took pride in the fact that I looked like a complete slut. Lust like this only made sense when I was dressed like this, doing weird things like this, when I was two-timing someone. Joxie inhaled deeply. The sensations of my used panties and nylons under my shiny pantyhose must have been driving her wild.
After a good 30 minutes of this Joxie spun around kissed me and pushed me onto the bed where we ground our spandex cocks together as we kissed so passionately that our lipstick smeared and our wigs slipped down. My hands grabbed and squeezed her hot tight butt, my fingers roaming the soft, compressed bulges and feeling for her encased butthole. ‘Yeah, Polly, finger my ass!’
‘I love you, Joxie,’ I panted in her ear. ‘I love cheating on my old man to be in spandex and pantyhose with you.’ We rolled over a few times, kissing, our shimmery nylon legs entwined, the sound of the friction, our kissing lips, our breaths and whispers. True, spandex and tights lust. I then sat on her face and bounced my glimmering leotard encased butt on her mouth. After some moments of this I jumped up and dug into my bag and pulled out a special gift.
‘What is that?’ Joxie beamed in surprise, examining the fake cock. ‘A strap on?’
‘Much better,’ I grinned. ‘It straps over the face, the mouth to be precise. I really want you to wear this for me,’ I said. ‘Don’t forget, you can’t tell by looking but we have our modified pantyhose and leotards on.’
‘Fuck, so we do!’
I winked as I strapped the fake black cock over her mouth. She lay down as I, without removing my leotard and hose squatted over her, stretching my leotard even more tightly. Through a miniscule slit in the back of my hose and leotard, I lowered herself onto her mouth cock and began to ride. Joxie was face-fucking me. I rode and bobbed and fucked her face right into the bed as she looked up, wide-eyed as the sheen of my tight leotard danced and stretched in the light with every thrust, often enveloping her whole face. I rode until I gushed about five thick spurts of spunk into the crotch of my leotard. I removed the strap on and sucked the head of the cock deeply, tasting my secret deliciousness. I smiled as I strapped it onto my mouth. She rode me so hard that her wig slipped completely off. Without stopping she reached for a pair of my worn black tights on the bed and pulled them over her face, tugging at the foot sections. I felt and smoothed her leotard arse as she bounced up and down. ‘Cock, pantyhose, cock, pantyhose, cock, pantyhose!’ she yelled, as my eyes were wide in the sensation overload. ‘Tights, tights, tights, tights, tights!’ She came and came and came. I took off the strapon mask and we kissed. I fixed us a glass of wine and we clinked the glasses. ‘Pantyhose, tights and leotards forever!’ I said. ‘Now, for the other thing you wanted me to do. Might be better if you lay in the tub,’ I said, preparing to remove my tights.
‘Sure, but keep your tights on,’ said Joxie.
I bit my lip. ‘A girl after my own heart,’ I sighed.
Oh and the pic below was a screen shot from a naughty video I made, where I posed, wiggled my ass, stuffed loads of hose and panties into my tights and talked dirty to Joxie. 'Cum all of my smelly, bulging pantyhose!'
It gave him a thrill receiving pics of me with my pantyhose ass sagging and bulging with smelly panties. Like this one I sent (below)
For one request I wore my panties and tights for two weeks, before sending to him, to push inside his stocking mask! As you can see, in one of the pics, his//her eyes really do express sleepy lust at the aroma of my smelly used panties pressed under his nose, inside his stocking mask (pictured)
He said that I couldn’t imagine what he was really thinking and how my stinky panties and tights made him feel.
For Joxie (pronounced Josie) x
***
‘For your wife, are they?’ said the old woman at the counter of the hosiery department.
‘Actually they’re for me. I have a date tonight.’
The botoxed face laughed at me as I paid for the packets of tights and pantyhose.
‘I can’t see it somehow,’ she said.
‘Really?’
I pulled up a photo of me on my phone, my body in shiny black tights, heels and a black leotard. I looked fucking awesome. Especially my legs, with the glossy nylon weave. The expression on my heavy makeup defiantly knew the dirty secrets of the observer. ‘Be honest,’ I said. ‘Who would your husband rather be with? With this? Or…’ and I looked her over. ‘What happened to your top lip? You look like someone’s given you a thump, love. It’s like this really. There are unhappy married men out there, hundreds, who have creamed more times in a month over my pics, than inside their wives, after decades of marriage. My arse and hot outfits restarts their cocks.’ I smiled, wiggled my ass out of the store with a smirk on my face. I returned to the hotel to prepare for my date.
Since I had a few hours before Joxie’s arrival I figured I could get in shape and limber up with a few stretches. I smoothed on my silky ivory opaque tights and squeezed into my pink leotard and pink ballet slippers with the ribbons over my calves. I made a few stretches in front of the mirror, marveling at how the leotard clung to my body and how it shimmered. I then turned my back to the mirror, bent over and touched my toes. Fuck, I loved my ass. I then stepped over to the mirror, paused and pressed a couple of moist pecks on my reflection. I smiled and threw myself on the bed and thought about Joxie. ‘Oh Joxie,’ I sighed, running my hands all over my smooth leotard and satin legs and writhing. ‘Polly and Joxie! In tights! Oh tights!’ The sound of my own voice sounded so pathetic and sissy like.
When I originally saw Joxie’s profile and photos of the tan and gold shiny pantyhose encasement over tight black panties, bra, heels with a sexy encased face, I knew I would enjoy cheating on my boyfriend to be with ‘her’ and eventually take great pleasure in trolling my BF with pictures of our entwined encased bodies humping, our glossy encased selfies of us together; our mocking smiles stretching our stocking faces. Oh how I had rubbed my pantyhose over my panty crotch, looking at Joxie pics, her glimmering, tall shapely legs, the awesome ass in her leotard and skintight stocking face! How I squealed in delight as I had pranced about the apartment hands on hips, like a sissy, wiggling my ass in my pantyhose and leotard saying ‘Oooh aaaahhh I want Joxie!’ I wanted to submit my curvy arse to that hard cock of Joxie’s, packed inside tightly, gleaming layered nylon, to press my nylon compressed pantyhose face and nose against Joxie’s tight silky panty butt. But I also wanted to hump Joxie’s tight butt, outside and inside, grind our hard, tightly packed crotches together, sound tracked by the sound of friction the material made, and our heavy breathing and dirty talk. What’s more I wanted people to see us, to understand what lust was, what pantyhose love really is about. I wanted them to understand the anticipation of watching me running a new pair of fresh, shiny pantyhose over my legs, seeing the cheating smile through my tight stocking face, as I smoothed my hands over my legs, knowing that I was dressing for Joxie. This was a deep love, I felt. A distorted love. Distorted and enhanced by pantyhose and our imagination. Through our private message exchanges, Joxie certainly had a curious imagination. Some of the things she fantasized about me doing to her in my tights were disgusting but not, I have to admit, unwelcome. We had to meet. And so it was arranged. It turned out that I was going to be in Joxie’s town for some work related stuff. I had a couple of days free. I packed tons of pantyhose and Lycra, skirts and a couple of wigs. Among the fresh new panties and tights, I made sure that I packed enough used panties and smelly tights for our mutual pleasure.
After a nap I applied some make up, squeezed into my bum hugging shiny skintight full bottomed silver blue panties, glossy black pantyhose, a sexy skintight black Lycra dress, and silver platform sandals. I finished it off with my electric blue bobbed wig. All the while I couldn't keep the smile of anticipation off my face while thinking about my lover. I then lit some candles, put on some slushy love songs and prepared the camera to film the event. A few moments later I heard a knock at the door.
He was smiling when I opened the door. 'Did you bring your stuff?' I asked.
'I'm wearing them under these clothes,' he replied. 'You're looking hot!'
'It's all for you, darling,' I trembled as I closed the door. I put my arms around (the man who would become) Joxie’s neck and we kissed slowly and passionately, our heads tilting into a rhythm, and our eyes closed for a good fifteen minutes. There was absolutely no thought for my boyfriend whatsoever, as my nose pressed into his cheek, as our jaws moved complicity to our rhythm. Certainly no feelings of guilt on my part. Whenever I became Polly, I certainly had no qualms about being an unfaithful, treacherous bitch.
‘I’ve wanted this, like, forever!’ I gasped, as we broke off. ‘Where does your other half think you are tonight?'
'Shooting pool with the guys,' Joxie laughed. ‘She’s so fucking dumb.’
I smiled, as we exchanged a moist peck.
He already told me about his girlfriend, some fat, lazy homophobe, who was obsessed with cosmic ordering and other bullshit. He wondered why he was even with her since she was always nagging him about something, and was never experimental in the bedroom. That’s not the first time I’ve heard that story from disappointed husbands.
‘Mmm,’ I said, circling my hands around his neck. ‘I’ve been thinking about you all day, my darling,’ I said. ‘I love pantyhose as much as you like sniffing mine! I can’t wait!’
Joxie stroked my hair and cheek. ‘Neither can I. Give me a couple of minutes!’ He patted my arse, and I liked it, because it meant I was his/hers.
Joxie went to the bathroom to change.
When ‘Joxie’ emerged a few moments later I was greeted by shiny long legs in glossy golden pantyhose, pulled tightly over her silky tight black panties, right under her chest, making her legs super long. Joxie’s chest had a black silk padded bra encased in a layer of suntan pantyhose over her chest and arms! The outfit was topped by a skintight gleaming tan stocking over her smooth face! Joxie stood before me in killer heels, hands on hips with a knowing slutty smile, stretching the pantyhose. On the mp3 player the little speakers purred the song ‘Queer’ by Garbage, my favourite seduction song. I often spend most nights listening to it while slowly kissing my own pantyhose encased reflection in the mirror and whispering how I love pantyhose, to my shiny, distorted face.
I wiggled slowly over to Joxie and placed my hands on her shoulders.
‘This is romantic,’ said Joxie, taking my waist.
'Well, we are secret lovers,' I smiled into her eyes. My expression changed and took on a careful look. ‘There’s absolutely nothing that I wouldn’t do for you. I want you to know that, darling. Between you and me, anything goes.’
‘Even?’
I remembered that disgusting thing he once fantasized about.
‘Especially that,’ I purred, as I looked sultry into her encased eyes.
Joxie grabbed my tight butt hard and we kissed more wildly than before. My lips caressed her parted nylon lips. My hands roamed, squeezed and patted her well-shaped butt through her panties and tights. Knowing this man, came in the shimmery package of Joxie was the whole point.
We paused while I asked Joxie to unzip me from my skirt in front of the mirror. It was so sensual as I slowly stepped out of my tight dress. I stood there in my platform sandals, black tights over tight blue panties. I turned around and took Joxie’s glossy head in my hands and kissed it so deeply that there were small traces of my lipstick on her nylon lips. I cupped Joxie’s arse, smoothing my hands over the shimmer as we kissed and smiled.
‘Ooh, I almost forgot,’ said Joxie dipping into her bag, poking her arse out, which stretched her panties tighter under the hose, creating a shiny weave effect. She took out her blonde wig and placed it on her head. Then she presented me with a little box which revealed a pretty pearl necklace. We stood facing the mirror as my glossy lover fixed it around my neck.
I sighed and smiled and said in a girly voice ‘Do I look pretty, Joxie?’
Joxie gently held my hands and said ‘You’re gorgeous, Polly.’
I rested my head on Joxie encased chest, over her bra, while Joxie stroked my electric blue hair. ‘I really wish our partners could see us now,’ I sighed with deep bliss. ‘I’d love them to see what we mean to each other.’ I began to stroke and rub Joxie’s panty crotch gently. She was already hard as rock. ‘I’d leave my boyfriend in a heartbeat for you but I kinda like cheating on him.’
I took out a shiny tan stocking and pulled it tightly over my wig and head, distorting my face really tightly.
I opened and closed my mouth loving how the nylon felt and how I looked, stretching the hose with my mouth. The lamp light made it really shimmer. We pressed our encased cheeks together and looked in the mirror. I felt Joxie’s hand tug on the neckline. ‘Tighter,’ I said. ‘Stretch it tighter!' My features distorted more as he tugged.
‘So you like it tight?’ seethed Joxie, as I sensed her encased menacing smile near me.
‘Oh tight! Tight!’ I cried, feeling my features distort under nylon. I caressed my face and cooed at how smooth and tight it felt under the shimmer.
Joxie sat down and I sat on her lap as we kissed, pantyhose mouth to pantyhose mouth, nylon on nylon, and gloss on gloss. The music had stopped now and all that could be heard was the sound of our kisses, muffled by the swish and friction of nylon. We must have been really passionate because Joxie’s wig had slipped off. We also lost track of time because the next time I looked at the clock, a good 50 minutes had passed. All of a sudden I got to my feet and pranced up and down, with one arm on high my hip bleating, 'Do you like my wiggling ass? I always wiggle for you, dear! Ooh, ooh I so dooo!' I wiggled slowly to the left and right, to the left and right, the light dancing with each movement of my ass. I then perched on the little sofa, spread my heeled ankles slightly and lifted my knees to my chest. The glimmer of light reflected the skintight sheen of my panties and tights. ‘I want you to sniff and worship my pantied arsehole, through my tights,’ I said seriously. ‘Believe me, they fucking stink!’ I could see clearly the outline of Joxie’s cock straining through the nylon. I licked my lips. Joxie didn’t waste any time burying her encased nose against my encased arsehole as I willed and begged her to sniff deeply.
‘Yeah, babe. Oh yeah, don’t forget my damp panty crotch, love. Show me how I should sniff your balls later. Lick, you slut! Yeah, darling, keep going. We’ll wear smelly panties and tights on our heads when we kiss and hump!’
Joxie’s moans were muffled as she expertly sniffed out my shiny panty crotch and arsehole, and attempted to lap at my crotch through her tight mask. I gritted my teeth through my mask. ‘Fuckin’ yeah!’ I shouted.
‘I love you Polly, I love you!’ Joxie wined like a sissy as she breathed me in. My own cock was straining against my shimmery knickers. I then lay down on my back and smiled as I said, ‘Joxie I need you to spread that beautiful arse of yours over my nose and mouth and grind it against my head.’
She didn’t need telling twice. She was already on me, and I could feel the weight, the sweat and the sensual odour of the Lycra, silk and Nylon combined, through my squashed nose in hose. The very thought of being with someone dressed like this, while wearing skintight panties and shiny pantyhose was enough to make me stroke my panty crotch but with the knowledge that we were cheating on our partners while we did it, it was driving me over the edge. I buried my nose and mouth as far up Joxie’s ass as I could get. I inhaled deeply with deep enthusiasm. I sniffed and sniffed and sniffed like I’d always wanted to, knowing that this was only the beautiful beginning. After a good 30 minutes of nibbling, sniffing and gobbling, we sat up, threw our arms around each other and we kissed even more passionately before. ‘I needed that,’ I smiled. ‘I love you, Joxie.’
We smiled as we looked at the camera. I slowly removed my nylon stocking, my wig and smiled before stretching another couple of pairs of ultra-tight glistening tan pantyhose over my head. Joxie pulled the hose tightly down for me. I looked at the camera and began to speak through my mask. It was the birthday gift for the man who I was going to dump.
‘As you can see Phil, dear,’ I said to the camera. ‘I’ve been cheating on you, like, forever. I’ve been having a passionate affair with Joxie here. All that time you were doing overtime I was messaging, skyping and meeting up with my lover. Remember those tight blue Lycra shorts you bought for me and how great you said my arse looked? Well Joxie here had the pleasure of burying her face between my cheeks while I was wearing them. Not only that, but I’ve been sharing my pics to xhamster for all the men and crossdressers to wank to.’
Joxie and I kissed. I smoothed my legs. ‘In fact these tights you bought for me that I’m wearing now, well I always knew I would wear them for Joxie, knowing how much you wanted me to wear them for you. Right now she’s fingering my pantied arsehole. I’m sending you this video in time for your birthday just so you know how I feel about you. I wish I could be there to see your face. It would turn me on but I’ll make a point of thinking about you on this special day by letting Joxie pipe hot spunk over my encased face! Ooh!’
All the while I was saying this I was rubbing Shera’s shiny crotch. I squatted between her legs, slipped Joxie’s layered hose and panties down and sucked the big, thick and hard cock through my glimmering nyloned mask, all the while looking up at his shimmery face so he could see my devilish and devoted expression. His cock stretched deep into my mouth, through the gleaming fabric, its weave dancing in the light making my lips and nose, and face shimmer. The thrill of sucking cock dressed like this was overwhelming me. My eyes couldn’t process all the information. I must have looked insane.
In the mirror behind me Joxie studied how tight my blue panties were stretched tightly under my black tights.
I’ve always loved having my ass admired and desired by men and crossdressers when I post my photos online, especially making straight married men cum or get harder than their wives have ever made them. How I squeal with my own self-satisfaction and pleasure at how many men have cheated on their girlfriends in their minds to be with me, and in reality, and how many of my own boyfriends I’ve cheated on. Oh how many times my shiny, encased face has been spunked on, how hard I’ve been fucked, oh! I slipped Joxie’s pantyhose all the way off her legs and pulled the crotch part over my head and stuck my arms into the leg sections. The way I trembled with lust and how it made my head and shoulders shiny and distorted was too much for Joxie.
‘Oh Joxie, dear! Encasement! Encasement! I love pantyhose encasement! I love shiny, tight, smelly pantyhose!’ I cried out. ‘Encasement! Skintight encasement!’
‘Oh Polly!’ cried Joxie, as my encased head was plastered with hot cream. I turned towards the camera and smiled as I spread the cream down my hosed cheeks and lips. Knowing that this would frustrate and hurt Phil, and those who couldn’t have me, made the pleasure more special. I slipped the pantyhose off my head and screwed them into a ball and pushed them down the back of my panties. I wanted to feel the damp bulge between the cheeks of my ass, under my own pantyhose. I crawled onto the bed where Joxie was recovering and lay in his arms as we curled up and dozed off. The camera would have picked up the image of my legs tucked up, revealing the sheen and curvature of my ass next to my lover on the bed, bulging with drenched pantyhose under my tights and panties. I was so proud of myself.
After a break I squeezed into my skintight black glimmer long sleeved dance leotard. I pulled my layered incandescent bronze and suntan tights over the top. I stepped into my black heels, applied makeup and pulled a black bobbed wig on my head. I put my hands on my hips and admired myself in the mirror, with my slutty smile. Joxie grinned proudly as she emerged from the bathroom in a deliciously far too tight electric pink dance leotard and toast coloured ultra-shimmer Danskin tights over the top, and knee length boots. Over her heavily made up face and glossy red lipstick sat a blonde wig on her head. She stood before me one hand on her hip with her knee arched like a model.
‘Wow that leotard suits you, Polly!’
I smiled and turned my head a little. ‘I love wearing this as much as you love seeing me in it.’
I d****d my arms on my lover’s shoulders and we swayed slowly, gazing lustfully into her eyes. ‘Ooh pantyhose,’ I cooed. ‘I love pantyhose so much. You look so hot!’
‘Pantyhose,’ Joxie replied. ‘Sexy, shiny, silky, shimmery pantyhose!’
We pecked our lips delicately and smiled. Joxie smoothed her hands over the tight sheen of my arse. ‘Pantyhose,’ I whispered. ‘Pantyhose, pantyhose, shiny, smelly, stinky pantyhose. Panty. Hose!’ I said so softly.
We kissed harder. Joxie pulled away, and with a sudden wild look in her eyes cried, ‘Tights, tights, tights, leotards, spandex!’ We kissed fervently, our hands roaming our shiny arses, and thighs, and touching each other’s well packed, smooth crotches, consumed by an insane lust. Joxie leant over the dresser and stuck her arse out. She begged me to sniff her leotard and hose encased ass like never before.
‘Let’s add something,’ I smiled devilishly. I reached for a bundle of used pantyhose and panties, screwed them up and shoved them down the back of her pantyhose. I stuffed some inside her leotard. The soft bulges made it look disgusting.
Seeing the shiny, screwed up pantyhose crushed inside her pantyhose and leotard ass, made me tremble. I shook with lust as dug my twitching nose against the impossibly tight shiny bulging fabric, sniffing her ass so deeply it sent me cross eyed with passion. Meanwhile Joxie kissed her reflection in the mirror, only pausing to say, ‘Deeper, sniff me, sniff me!’ I thrust my face and nose against her butt as hard and as far as it would go, moaning and moaning in passion. How I wish it were biologically possible to encase my head in a tight, shiny stocking under a condom and head fuck Joxie! Nose fucking her was just as good though. I stood up, grabbed Joxie’s hips and dry buggered her as we looked at our heavily made up and slutty faces in the mirror, contorted with ecstasy.
‘Oh Polly! I love it! I love it, Pantyhose Polly!’ Joxie cried.
‘Yeah, take it, Spandex Joxie! It was always going to be like this! Do you understand me? Always! Polly and Joxie! Polly and Joxie! You. Me. Tights!’ I yelled as I pounded her. ‘Bet you want to sniff me, ass, huh? Sniff my smelly tights!’ Joxie removed the screwed up tights and panties from inside her hose and stuffed them down the back of my tights.
I leaned over the dresser, and beamed smugly, knowing that Joxie could see the bundles of pantyhose and panties compressed under my tights. Joxie carefully placed her nose against the bulges and kissed and sniffed. ‘Sniff me delicious, luxury pantyhose, Joxie!’ I said in my most sissy voice. I caught a glance of my dolled up face in the mirror, and took pride in the fact that I looked like a complete slut. Lust like this only made sense when I was dressed like this, doing weird things like this, when I was two-timing someone. Joxie inhaled deeply. The sensations of my used panties and nylons under my shiny pantyhose must have been driving her wild.
After a good 30 minutes of this Joxie spun around kissed me and pushed me onto the bed where we ground our spandex cocks together as we kissed so passionately that our lipstick smeared and our wigs slipped down. My hands grabbed and squeezed her hot tight butt, my fingers roaming the soft, compressed bulges and feeling for her encased butthole. ‘Yeah, Polly, finger my ass!’
‘I love you, Joxie,’ I panted in her ear. ‘I love cheating on my old man to be in spandex and pantyhose with you.’ We rolled over a few times, kissing, our shimmery nylon legs entwined, the sound of the friction, our kissing lips, our breaths and whispers. True, spandex and tights lust. I then sat on her face and bounced my glimmering leotard encased butt on her mouth. After some moments of this I jumped up and dug into my bag and pulled out a special gift.
‘What is that?’ Joxie beamed in surprise, examining the fake cock. ‘A strap on?’
‘Much better,’ I grinned. ‘It straps over the face, the mouth to be precise. I really want you to wear this for me,’ I said. ‘Don’t forget, you can’t tell by looking but we have our modified pantyhose and leotards on.’
‘Fuck, so we do!’
I winked as I strapped the fake black cock over her mouth. She lay down as I, without removing my leotard and hose squatted over her, stretching my leotard even more tightly. Through a miniscule slit in the back of my hose and leotard, I lowered herself onto her mouth cock and began to ride. Joxie was face-fucking me. I rode and bobbed and fucked her face right into the bed as she looked up, wide-eyed as the sheen of my tight leotard danced and stretched in the light with every thrust, often enveloping her whole face. I rode until I gushed about five thick spurts of spunk into the crotch of my leotard. I removed the strap on and sucked the head of the cock deeply, tasting my secret deliciousness. I smiled as I strapped it onto my mouth. She rode me so hard that her wig slipped completely off. Without stopping she reached for a pair of my worn black tights on the bed and pulled them over her face, tugging at the foot sections. I felt and smoothed her leotard arse as she bounced up and down. ‘Cock, pantyhose, cock, pantyhose, cock, pantyhose!’ she yelled, as my eyes were wide in the sensation overload. ‘Tights, tights, tights, tights, tights!’ She came and came and came. I took off the strapon mask and we kissed. I fixed us a glass of wine and we clinked the glasses. ‘Pantyhose, tights and leotards forever!’ I said. ‘Now, for the other thing you wanted me to do. Might be better if you lay in the tub,’ I said, preparing to remove my tights.
‘Sure, but keep your tights on,’ said Joxie.
I bit my lip. ‘A girl after my own heart,’ I sighed.
Oh and the pic below was a screen shot from a naughty video I made, where I posed, wiggled my ass, stuffed loads of hose and panties into my tights and talked dirty to Joxie. 'Cum all of my smelly, bulging pantyhose!'
Charlize
- 31.01.2022
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