Fetish stockings stories
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I picked up a bottle and started to read the fine print, and then noticed that I was staring at the back of her legs from her butt to her shoes. I can't remember what she told me about the bottle, since I was watching her right shoe as she squatted beside me again, and then noticed I was getting a little show as I turned back to the mirror to grab another bottle. Marisa's right foot came out of her shoe and she pointed her toes down again, giving me a great view of the spread-out caterpillar pressed into the ball of her nylon clad foot.
Masa reached over to a nearby shelf and picked up a liter-size bottle of what looked like massage oil. As I laid face down on the plastic mattress, Masa poured half of the bottle over my entire back, bottom, and legs, then began rubbing the oil all over. “Now, Hye-Min, comes the best part.” Masa stripped off his scanty gym shorts and tank top and laid his body on my backside. Masa then moved down my body and began stroking my long stockinged legs, from the garter straps, over the metal clips, across the stocking tops, and all the way down to the reinforced feet of my stockings. Masa laid down on me and rubbed his body all over mine—his engorged dick sliding up and down my awakened pussy.
I unfolded the ladder legs and kicked aside some of the boxes and wrapping material scattered across the floor next to me and I asked, "Where’s the light?" Marisa pointed the flashlight’s narrow beam at the ceiling and found a bulb about 11 feet high. "Oh, he usually finds extras on the floor, and I’ve caught him a few times leaving mouse corpses back here." She shooed Rufus off the shelf and I picked up the still warm left shoe. I asked her if she noticed anything about the shoes and she said that they fit just fine thankyouverymuch!" Just then the rear door opened, and a younger woman walked in, who looked a lot like Marisa.
I'm sure you want to get the taste of that bellboy out of your mouth, plus I would like your body to be smooth. When you enter the bedroom, on the bed is a leather corset, black panties, black stockings and black heels. As you bunch them up to put them on your feet you realize these aren't like the normal drug store stockings you wear with an elastic band at the top. After you are dressed, but before you go into the living room, you look at yourself in the mirror. The stockings feel great against your legs and then the heels are not only elegant and expense, but comfortable.
I step on gingerly, being careful not to expose my stockings and suspender belt or let my cum filled condom slip off my cock, butt plug still vibrating away in my ass. As I see them part the light comes on in the house and I can see Emmy standing on the other side of the window, wearing very little, her legs spread apart slightly in a Wonder Woman-like pose, hands on her hips. The doors slide open slowly in front of my face and Emmy takes up position beside me, her fingers reaching down my ass crack giving my cummy asshole a little rub. I can feel the hands holding the panties release my ass and the cock slowly pull out of my asshole.
By the time we got to the door, my dessert had started to poke through her visible toe cleavage, and I’m sure I wasn’t the only one who noticed. I heard Marisa moaning as I continued to lick the remnants of my dessert and as I finished her left foot I looked up to see that Marisa was gently rubbing her mound. Marisa stood back up on the counter, stepped into the pumps, and I heard the pickles crunch some more as she said, "Help me down, please." She leaned forward, making eye contact and said, "Don’t come in my mouth." She then started her descent to me, with her knees on the mat squeezing my ribcage, and she dropped her flats on my thighs when her hands landed next to my hips.
Your pussy free, as you feel my breath on your sensitive clit before my wet tongue explores you deep inside as my fingers gather your wet juices. My tongue licking your clit and occasionally going deep inside as well as Jans tongue gently teasing your bum hole, but just as you thought things couldnt get better...Jan slowly pushed her wet tongue as far up your tight arse hole as she could. I fucked you slowly and gently and you bathed in the sensations of my cock in your arse and Jan's expert lady like tongue taking your clit and pussy to heaven. Jan played with her clit as your fingers explored inside her pussy, and even slipped down to her sensitive arse hole.
“Oh, oh,” he said, “I think I’m in for it now.” He stroked his chin as his eyes followed Loren, then muttered to Jerry, “Actually, I do like the shoes. Let’s see how I look.” Loren bent over, removed her flip-flops and started across the room in her stocking feet. Charlie said, “I don’t think you need to encourage Loren, Lily. Someone put music on and as Charlie looked up he noticed several of the women had apparently followed the lead of Lily and Loren and had removed their shoes. During the coffee and pastry service, Jerry bent down for another surreptitious peek beneath the table and this time spied Lily with her hand under Loren's skirt somewhere above Loren’s upper thigh.
I knew I was in extra deep trouble when Becky opened the door to reveal Vera in a pencil skirt, open-front jacket, heels, and stockings. The next thing I know, she’s moving, and before I can react, she turns around and asks, “I don’t have a run in my stocking, do I?” I’d barely begun when Vera’s right foot moved and she pressed her toes against my cock. You’re off limits, and you know that," I said as I scooted up against the arm of the couch, letting her feet drop to the cushions. Vera sat down at the foot of the bed and said, “I’ve been waiting forever to see that cock.
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.
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.
When Jerry came home from work that evening he was surprised to find his wife, Loren, seated, cross legged on the couch, shoes off, in her stocking feet. Come over here, Jerry, and help me put my stockings back on." Loren lifted her other leg, thrusting it forward. Jerry looked down and barely got another "um" out, as Loren said, "Come on, let's go. In the street, he couldn't help notice some of what he felt were stares of passers-by at Loren's short skirt, naked legs and stockingless feet bursting out of the new shoes. Suddenly uncomfortably aware of his erection, Jerry was only somewhat minimally relieved by the theater’s darkness… although the odd bulge in his trousers was becoming obvious as the man slid and adjusted Loren's flat shoe over her foot, holding it just a little too long.
Before I even heard about “flashing” stockings in public, I was already enjoying the special feeling of wearing sexy garter belts and high quality nylons. As a result, every time I lifted my arms to reach up, the hem rose up my thighs, exposing a broad expanse of nylons, as well as garter straps, and occasionally, my sheer panties. I imagined that Randy would be posing me with my arms raised, so I made sure to wear my favorite black garter belt and super-sheer panties. Getting into his tiny Bug, I made sure Randy got a good view of my stocking-covered legs. I knew he was shooting a lot of upskirt pictures because my dress constantly rose up way beyond my thighs, totally exposing everything including my sheer, pussy-moistened panties.
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.
She must have not been wearing a slip because her white garter straps and dark stocking tops, as well as her panty lines showed through. I fell forward and ended up with my face between her legs, driving up her dress hem way beyond her dark stocking tops. Lynn had her hands clasped in front of her dress, as if to hide the white garter straps and stocking tops. I got a series of shots from a low angle, revealing the full length of her nylon covered legs, black stocking tops, garter straps, and sheer black panties. Now I had a clear shot up her legs sheathed in ultra-sheer dark nylons with her stocking-covered feet in the foreground; the reinforced heels and toes came out clearly.
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."
Seem a bit quiet," she said nonchalantly as she unknowingly slipped the nyloned toes of her let foot under the cuff of the right leg of my shorts. "Think I'll help myself to another Breezer," she said as she swung around to grab a bottle from the back seat, finally planting the arch of her sweaty little nyloned foot squarely on my trapped dick. It gets me so horny knowing you've spent the last year and a half lusting after me, dreaming of the day when I'd grind my panty-clad ass cheeks against your face, chest, and hard dick before my beautiful feet would stroke your hard cock and make it cum harder."
Then I looked you in the eyes as I ran my tongue along the line of cum, licking it up before calmy slipping your heel back on just as the station platform began to pass our window. I couldnt wait any more, so I ran my hands up your legs, pushing your skirt up around your waist, and with an animal instinct, I pulled your knickers aside and buried my tongue deep into your soaking wet pussy. I turn on my back, making you sit on my face, as you rub your clit over my tongue for a while..then you inch forward, pushing down so my tongue delves inside your soaking pussy, then you move again, pushing that tight wet ass down onto my stiff slippery tongue as you play.
As he went into the funny story about their prom and how they both ended up getting kicked out of the dance for their lewd conduct of placing “I’m an Asshole” tags on the backs of the two principals, he felt something beginning to snake itself between his legs and lightly rub around feeling the dimensions of what he was hiding beneath his pants. With her nylon-laced legs spread on both sides of him, the view of himself entering and exiting her, the sight of her C-cup breasts bounding wildly in all directions, and her mouth cascading open to breathe through, he felt his blood beginning to boil and that tightness creeping in his balls.
In the breakfast room she looked as if she had just risen from bed in a black, oversized, fuzzy knitted morning coat of the wrap-around kind – only held together at the waist with a matching belt - and added to that black high-heeled "fuck me" slippers and black fishnet stockings. And a couple of times when she reached for her coffee, her morning coat fell sufficiently open for me to get a glimpse of her naked breast and a brown, jutting nipple. As I studied the pictures of ripe and sexy mature women displaying their wares and having sex with men young enough to be their sons, I must admit that my thoughts frequently returned to the owner of the magazine.
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.
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.
Marisa then shocked me again; she put her feet into the pair, sat down on the counter, and then quickly wrapped her legs around my arms and torso. "I’m fond of small crunchy dill pickles, particularly the deli variety." Marisa shrieked, grabbed me by the ears and plunged my head back down between her legs. I raised up the jar and said, "Which ones would you like?" Marisa said in a little girly-girl voice, "Oh, I’ll take one thick one and two small ones." I paid close attention as she took the thickest one she could find, hiked up her skirt, pulled aside her underwear and slid it up inside herself.
Hye-jin was a recent walk-in who was curious about nuru massage, something recommended by one her friends in Japan. She was a vision of beauty, a knock-out Korean woman adorned only in flimsy lingerie and dark RHT stockings—waiting to be caressed and stroked, lubricated by special nuru oil—today scented with yuzu, a popular citrus in Japan. I now viewed her beautiful front half with flowing black hair draped over her shoulders, perfectly shaped breasts, slim waist, and long slender legs adorned with dark nylon stockings. With her cunt generously lubed by nuru oil and her own juices, my stiffened dick slid into Hye-jin.