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We carried on chatting like this for a while until the wine was finished and Victoria said, "I have an idea, I'm going to show you just how hot it is to have that much power over a guy." The thong was pretty, I have worn them in the past but never found them particularly comfortable, however after seeing how good Victoria's ass looked earlier I wasn't NOT going to wear it. It wasn't happening fast enough for me, I grabbed the gusset of the pantyhose with both hands and pulled tearing a large hole, Victoria's £20 tights were ruined and I couldn't give a fuck!
It's only about 4 steps but felt like a life time as I stared at those sexy shinny legs. I quickly took two large steps to catch up without moving my eyes from her legs. She opened the door and stepped through slowing her pace for me to come along side. I assumed you would prefer the elevator." We turned left to the stair well and I opened the door for her. "Thank you" she said with that wonderful smile and stepped through the door way. Secondly, after the first turn she must have noticed I was going a little slower and started taking longer more exaggerated steps, and finally it served to lengthen the amount of time I had to enjoy this heavenly view.
Masu hopped off the table for a moment and poured a little more massage oil on the entire back of both legs, all the way to my feet. If only Masu had his eyesight, he would see my bared chest with two firm breasts, and my sheer panties showing my cunt, as well as my garter belt and dark nylon stockings. Now he switched to Swedish style again, pouring more massage oil on my stockings, then smoothly stroking my legs through the oil-covered sheer nylon material. Pouring a little more massage oil on my panties, he began to slowly slide his prick along my cunt through the sheer nylon material--up and down, up and down, pressing down more and more.
At the moment of my arousal, it felt like a hand with superhuman strength was keeping my cock from getting any type of erection while at the same time tightening a cock right around my balls. "Maybe this is a new fetish to you, but for some reason knowing I have my ex's cock locked up in chastity gets me so hot I think I could masturbate right now. Or, I keep the keys and come over every night I work for a couple hours and give you the honor of worshiping my shoes, legs, and feet while dressing you up in whatever sissy little outfit I'm in the mood for.
Several times, he has refused to give me a foot massage because my feet were too smelly, even when they were almost fresh form the shower. The next time we had an argument and I felt my temper rising, instead of slapping him, I quickly fetched the handcuffs and locked him to a table. I calmly explained that he could go on for as long as he wanted, but my feet were going to stay right there until he would calm down and apologize. I couldn't help but laugh, which made him more angry, but again, the foot odour spoke for itself and pretty soon he gave in and kept his mouth shut.
Karen and Nicole were lightly sliding their nylon feet slowly up and down my slick legs, occasionally lightly swiping my balls as I moaned helplessly and strained against my bonds, while Katia gently trapped my cock and balls between her silky feet, grinning while I gasped. Karen and Nicole even slid a foot underneath me, so that I could caress their silky toes and arches with my bound hands, while the other girls continued tormenting me, never letting me come, but always taking me up to the edge of orgasm. Antonella was definitely getting wet thinking about that night, while Katrine and I were imagining her naked and tied down tightly, thrusting her hips desperately into the air, her head thrashing from side to side, her breasts bouncing as she begged her boyfriend to fill her completely with his cock!
We decided to call it a day, and I drove her straight home -- but not without my enjoying the final views of her wet nylons glistening in the sun that had emerged from the passing rain clouds. A week later, when I went to show Mimi prints from the shoot, she greeted me at the door wearing a light, floral print dress. Finally, the time came to say goodbye, but fond memories of the stocking encounter with Mimi have remained clear for over fifty years—especially because the color slides and black and white pictures from that wonderful day in the park were archived for posterity.
Teasing you as my finger traces its way downwards, followed closely by my lips planting gentle kisses, right down the backs of your sensitive legs to your ankle. I lick and kiss before gently running my tongue along your wet pussy..exploring you..tasting your juices. Your so close to cumming, as you feel my tongue run from your clit, slowly...downwards...along your pussy....exploring inside...then going lower..lower! You feel my tongue and fingers run gently across the soles of your feet, savouring the silky smooth sensation of the thin nylon stockings stretched tightly around your feet and legs. Your legs either side of my head as you feel my tongue flick against your ass hole, before going up to your wet pussy, licking and tasting and then back to your tight wet anus.
"Well everything looks like it's connected OK but either way that shouldn't be causing the projector to not turn on." I looked up at the projector on the ceiling and sure enough it had a blinking light. Melissa turned back to the podium and opened her presentation. Though the lighting was subdued I couldn't help but see her index finger creep down into the slit of her skirt and gently rub at her pantyhose. "I could stand on that but I'm not sure I would be able to reach even then." It's probably still another four feet to the projector." As predicted the projector came on again with the blinking light. It's not like I have nothing on under here." She said with a big smile and a thumb in the waste band of her skirt.
Crossing her right leg over her left she reached down and took her right heel off and placed it on the edge of the table. When her right leg reached somewhere around the middle of my back I realized that her skirt didn't have much left to cover and I wasn't seeing the panty of her hose. Then slowly as if I was making sure I was looking for a good grip I slid my hands up and down her ankles and calf, squeezing as I went. Her right leg came across my front touching the ground in front of my left knee and pulling my head down as she put her weight on my neck.
Nikko, a couple of hours from Tokyo, seemed like a good prospect with lots of ryokan (traditional inns) with their own onsenburo--especially on a weekday when fewer people are traveling. What really caught my attention was that she was nicely dressed in a simple white skirt and blouse, coffee-toned hose, and 2" heels--like she was going to work in a big company in Tokyo. Erika had removed her ryokan slippers upon entering and was walking in her stocking feet. I replied, "I don't know about other men, but I can tell you that I can't get enough of seeing beautiful women wearing nice nylons all the time--even into bed or getting soaked."
The pretty girl looked at me briefly, then rolled her eyes and said, "No." She turned back to her friend and kept talking. "Look, can you leave us alone?" the pretty girl said. "Trudy, my god, what are you…" her friend started, looking like she didn’t know whether to laugh or be shocked. "Anyway, he’s not much bothered by the smell, so I guess his only problem is that he looks pretty stupid with a foot in his face. Christ, I think he is actually going to stay there. I was sweating and it felt like my only working senses were smell and vision, while the rest of my brain had stopped working, as if her foot had shut my system down.
I would have thought it completely entertaining for my hot Ex and her hot friends to have some random guy all dressed up as a maid serving drinks to everyone at a Halloween party. And there I was, dressed up as a maid, locked in chastity, licking the high heels of my Ex's hot friend in front of an entire crowd of people. And with that, I had to face the realization that I would finally meet the man with the cock who was currently fucking my Ex...while I was locked up in chastity...unable to get hard or have an orgasm...at least until my Ex said it was allowed.
With the ecstasy building in me I could barely open my eyes fully, but from our kitchen window I was looking out I could see right into the conservatory of the house next door where old Mr and Mrs Wilson were sitting having afternoon tea and reading their papers. I wasn't sure I wanted the answer but I had to ask, "Mike, just who were you fucking in the kitchen?" He explained that as I never wore them it just sort of went away, it just wasn't an issue, but then when Victoria came back into my life it resurfaced. I hadn't noticed but yes, Victoria always wore nylons, I just remember her always in skirts, I never thought about the nylons.
And she knew I couldn't help myself but listen to them with my cock all locked up, being dressed up in a sissy corset and nylons, listening to them having sex knowing I had no way of getting myself off. "Oh God, I can't...I can't...It feels so good, but it's so huge...it hurts, but don't stop, please, I can do it, please, let me feel your cock deep inside my tight ass," she kept saying. "Sounds like your problem since I'm going to fuck your brains out until you can hardly talk," her bull of a boyfriend said. There was a surge of intensity after he said this as they both moaned loudly, her because the humiliation was just what she wanted and for him, because she obviously was working her tongue a little extra in anticipation.
Kayleigh made as if to climb on the chair, but she turned and took an opaque bottle from the small chest of drawers and handed it to Amy. The spellbound captive of the girls’ game watched, almost unable to believe his eyes as Amy poured little rivers of baby oil onto Kayleigh’s body. “I want you to cum in me, Max. I want you to fill my pussy with your cream,” said Amy. “But not before I’ve watched Kayleigh take you in her mouth,” she added. Amy stood facing Max, fingering her molten wet pussy as she watched her friend give him the slowest blowjob it was possible for a girl to bestow on a man.
Flicking his tongue over the swollen clit and sucking on the slippery lips it wasn't long before Kay arched her back and cried out in a deep shuttering orgasm. With that, Ed pinned Kay to the shower wall and kissed her long and deep, reaching up to cup a tit in his hand and rolling a nipple between his thumb and finger. With precum dripping down her arches Kay moved her left foot and pressed her sole over the head, still stroking and gripping with her right toes. He grabbed her ankles and pulled her feet to his face so he could lick her soles and suck those lovely toes, never pausing or letting up with his deep, hard thrusts, pacing himself for a long enjoyable ride, masturbating inside her.
She was wearing black shiny flats because we weren't sure if we were going to walk around the park or go somewhere. On the way to my house, I just couldn't help getting good looks at those legs. "Let's wait until we get to your house, then you can show me the answer." She started slowly hiking up her skirt in a very teasing way. I moved my hand onto her breasts and felt how wonderful they were for an 18 year old girl. I kept rubbing my face into her stockined lap while moving my hands up and down her legs. "Me too...I'm getting very close." I answered her as best as I could during this wonderful pleasure I was feeling fucking her like I was.
Thankfully the dress code at work was business formal, and while a miniskirt and blouse would have worked well, because of the prisoners before them, Amy and the other lady on the parole board typically wore longer skirts and shoes with lower heels. Amy tried to pull her feet off his lap when he did this, but Jonathan was quick and gripped them tightly and slowly steered her right set of toes through the pants and directly onto his cock. With her nylons now soaked, and her toes covered in convict come, Amy cringed as she toed her black pump into position in preparation of slipping her foot back into her shoe.
It all fit real well, only the tights were a bit hard to put on and I had to stretch them quite a bit but I thought they would probably fit better over time and my legs would look nicer that way as well. His hard penis was definitely ready for more pleasure and I ripped open the foot part of my tights and gave Dan's boner some more massage with my nude feet, rubbing the shaft and the gland in turn, then also paying attention to his balls. "I want you inside of me!" I begged and he ripped a hole in my tights right at the gusset, took his big penis in his hand and gently inserted it into my vagina.
When I got to her feet and matched it, Mistress said, "too easy," with a giggle. This time I checked all the guests' feet and to my surprise and displeasure, this stocking seemed to match the third foot I smelled! I tried to get off him but both he and Mistress were pushing my head back and forth to let him finishing my mouth and throat. "Spin around, I want you prop your ass up here next to this hole so your mouth is still in line with the other hole and his cock." She removed the plug as I got into place. Soon there was so much it began dripping down, and mistress scooped it and forced it into my mouth with a smile.
By the time I was 18 my sisters had all left home and my Mother was quickly deteriorating into a drunken mess; so I chose to go to an Art School about 40 miles away meaning I had to stay in student accommodation and eventually share flats; usually with girls as the boys 'thought I was gay!' I had a room all of my own of course but while they understood my need for privacy; their doors were rarely locked; giving me ample opportunities to accidentally see my roommates in their skimpies or occasionally naked. With a big smile and another raise of the eyebrows Avril lay alongside me on the bed and immediately began licking my dick and balls again as she curled a leg across my stomach; so I could see how wet her knickers were.
"I cannot tell you how happy I am to have a foot boy again." Divya giggled, nearly making me stop. "Yes, Mistress Prasad." I buried my face in the heel and started pumping. The smell of her sweaty feet mixed with the worn leather of her heels filled me up, and my erection grew ever larger. "That's it, stroke it, slave." Her voice was silken and steel, dominant and encouraging, feet mesmerizing as she scrunched her soles and wiggled her toes. The sight of her feet teasing me and the acrid, sour smell of her shoe was driving me mad, as was the dominant, sexy glare she was giving me. "Yes, Mistress Prasad." I replied as I began cleaning her desk, cock and balls still bobbing freely.
"I take it by your stunned expression and that large bulge in your lap that you are pleased with the disk that I made just for you?" She pushes my chair back from my desk and slowly lowers her mouth to mine and plants the most sensual kiss onto my lips and then whispers into my ear, "Hit the space bar if you want to continue." I would softly move her hair out of her face so that I could see her sucking my cock and would tell her how fucking sexy and hot she looked. She looked back over her shoulder and told me that she needed my cum deep inside her hot pussy and to make sure she got her way, she reached down between her legs and softly squeezed my balls.