The last few months has seen a shift away from #pantyhose to real life.

The last few months have been rough. Divorce will pretty much do that to people.  Luckily, it has nothing to do with what I do here. Things have just changed as they do over the course of a decade or so. One could almost say no matter how you slice it, something like this blog […]

Found a new Instagram obsession

This lovely young lass came across my IG feed somehow and I’m pretty happy about it. Go find and follow @hot_mah on instalgram. You’ll be happy you did.

The Instagram Meet

The Instagram Meet

It started a few months ago with an Instagram (IG) feed. The person’s posts were fairly innocuous even quite normal actually. She was definitely not a porn star. She wasn’t someone who got paid to post naughty pictures.  However, every now and again there was a post of legs. Very nice legs. Very nice legs in glorious pantyhose.

You could tell by the evolution of her feed that Victoria started to enjoy the attention her pantyhosed leg pictures garnered. Food pics had maybe 20-30 likes. Her legs in hose jumped to upwards of 80 likes. Could you blame her? Who wouldn’t like getting noticed like that?

I never had any aspirations to troll hashtags and even meet people from IG. However, it just so happened that Victoria had the type of feed that suggested she was mentally balanced. Not some whacko only posting pictures of herself for the attention and attention alone. It also was a strange coincidence that I was going to be in her state in the next few weeks. But then again…it’s a big state. Would I be anywhere near her? Should I even ask her to meet? I’m sure she’d take one look at my IG feed and think “Ohhhh HELL NO. This guy is a total creeper.”

Either way, I decided to reach out and take that shot. What’s the old saying, “you’ll always miss 100% of the shots you don’t take?” So I did. Much to my surprise she was super cool and super laid back about me asking about the area. I tabbed her for food ideas first before the hint of suggesting we meet up.

But then I did. And she agreed. I was in total shock but of course pleasantly surprised. I mean come on. A girl who wears pantyhose isn’t everything in life. She’s beautiful, intelligent (or at least as intelligent as you can sound posting pictures) and THEN there’s the fact that she likes to wear pantyhose. Even if it is for the attention, I couldn’t care less. She wears them.

It should be noted that not once did I ask her to wear pantyhose.  Much to my surprise being that I live in a hotter more humid climate, the nights were nice. Naturally, I was hopeful.  We batted around a couple of ideas on where to go but in the back of my head I thought it was at least 85% that she was going to either back out or just pull a no-show. Most of the day leading up to our encounter, I was excited yet had a calmed reserve thinking ‘meh, this isn’t really going to happen.’

Towards the end of the afternoon, an email came through. From Victoria. With an attachment. It was a picture of her crossed legs. In heels. And pantyhose. I almost came in my shorts. Ok. Not really.  But almost instantly I was hard. Still photos don’t necessarily do it for me but knowing I was about to see those legs in a matter of hours was enough to get a chubby going.

If that did anything, it increased my desires and also my anxieties about the evening. Now I’m thinking OMG, is this actually going to happen? What am I going to do? She knows I am helpless around a beauty in pantyhose. I didn’t ask her to wear them. What’s going through her head? Will I be able to touch her legs? Is she just doing this to be a horrible tease? Will I be able to lick her pussy? Rub the gusset into her pantyhose so it gets soaked in her juices?

Or will it be hands off? Do I stay at an arms length? Will I come off as a creeper? So many things get guys nervous but you add pantyhose to the mix and even guys with the fetish go nuts with anticipation…and anxiety.

Later that evening, the time came. She knew I didn’t get a rental car on my trip so she offered to come pick me up.  I didn’t know what she drove so I guess she could just see me and drive on. Or never show up to begin with. Just about right on time a very nice black sedan pulled up and it was Victoria. She was every bit of the person from her IG. I took a deep breath. Obviously, meeting someone “true” from IG is a bit easier than just the regular old internet with much more anonymity. I saw loads of pics of her so you’re almost certain that’s the person. That would take a shitton of hijacking pics to pull off a fake IG.

Yes. She is hot. She wore a form-fitting turquoise and white striped dress. It was very soft to the touch. She was still wearing the pantyhose she pic’d me earlier that day. I’m not a foot guy with the smelling addiction but imagine if I were. That would be heaven. *IF* I were to get that far with her.  I peered over at her legs. Often. I’m sure she noticed. I’m sure she didn’t mind. They looked so good. I wanted to reach over and rub her legs right then. I wanted my hands all over her. I wanted to touch her calves. I wanted to touch her feet. I wanted to massage her thighs and between her thighs.

We had some idle chit chat on the way to dinner. Victoria was great. Just as I expected. Intelligent. Flirty. Witty. Confident. Sexy. Those are in no particular order, by the way. You could tell her personality was fun and I’d be able to joke around with her.

Dinner was fairly uneventful. There was no sexually charged conversation. We actually talked about life. I actually hoped our conversation would be normal.  I didn’t want her thinking that pantyhose, women in pantyhose and sexy pantyhosed legs were all I could talk about. Except at one point, I got to peek inside her mind. I think she wanted the conversation to turn to her legs and her pantyhose. It was clear that no matter what we talked about; Victoria knew that her pantyhose and her legs turned me on. So she brought up a couple of mosquito bites. Guess where they happened to be?  We were at a small two-person rooftop table.  She slid her legs out from under the table.  They were crossed and amazing. It was all I could do to not reach over and massage her calf right there in front of the entire restaurant. But she showed me her mosquito bites on her legs. Ohhh, those legs.  She pointed to the little spots on her calved and her thigh.  Even with everyone else around on the roof of the restaurant I could only imagine rubbing those legs. Rubbing her bites to scratch…without scratching of course. Yes, I was getting hard at dinner.

Dinner ended and we decided to take a walk by the waterfront. It was cool. Romantic actually. I wanted to grab her hand but thought it to be way to forward. This wasn’t a date after all really. Just a meet. Right?

We strolled on the boardwalk for a while. The wind was kicking up. She had already had a jacket. I didn’t. Of course, if I had, I would have been a gentleman and offered it to her. It was nice. Dimly lit and not completely crowded. We walked over to a set of benches off one of the piers and sat down. We sat next to each other. She crossed her legs. She brought up her annoying bites again. One mid-calf. One upper thigh.  Not being able to stop myself, I reached over and rubbed her calf. Her eyes closed slightly. I rubbed up and down her leg. I got up to her thighs which required a bit of my hand to go up her dress.  I was offered no resistance.

Much to my surprise she wanted to take pictures with my hands all over her legs. And post them to IG. She asked. Of course, I obliged. She snapped a few pics. Some with my hands on her calf. Some on her thigh. All showing her lovely nude pantyhose. I knew it was to make her pantyhose IG fans jealous. And I was perfectly ok with it. They were my hands rubbing her legs.

After the pictures, my hands would practically never leave her legs. We were sitting side by side on the bench. I eased to the end of the bench and took hold of her ankles. I guided them up to the bench so she slid back. Her ass, feet and legs were now on the bench facing me. Her legs were bent with her knees up while I rubbed her feet and calves. The back of her dress would lay flat while her legs were up. Although it was dim, I could see her ass. When she slightly opened her legs, I could see her gusset. And she did open her legs. Holy hell it was so hot. She wouldn’t spread eagle, of course. But she allowed my hands to go wherever they liked. And they liked it all. I rubbed up and down her thighs. Front and back. My hands made it between her legs on occasion. Remember that I mentioned it was windy and cool? Between her legs was legitimately steamy. I had wondered if she had panties on. I wondered if this was turning her on. I wondered if her pussy was getting wet. Or if it was already soaked.  I wanted to taste her right then. On the pier. With everyone around. I didn’t care. It was all I could do to keep my hands from camping out between her legs and just rubbing her pussy through her gusset.

Clearly, I was enjoying the moment of rubbing her legs. She occasional moved her feet between my legs. Although I had khakis on, of course my balls felt when her feet would nestle underneath them.

People would walk by. Teens on their bikes and skateboards. Couples. Friends just out taking a stroll. All kinds of people. On more than one occasion I saw a guy eye Victoria’s legs. More so my hands on them. I’m sure he was jealous. I could have sworn one guy walking hand-in-hand with his girlfriend gave me the “Dude head nod” with a wry smile as he walked by. Dark or not, you could tell Victoria had fantastic legs. And she laid back while I rubbed them. She gave no care, no fleeting thought to who would be watching. Knowing her IG feed, I’m sure she loved the attention. I wondered the reaction I’d get if I buried my face between her legs. I just wanted to see if she was wet. I knew I had pre-cum going. I figured by her reaction and the fact that she never told me to stop that she was enjoying it. I wanted my fingers and tongue insider her pussy though. Badly.

Occasionally I would hear the clicking of a camera shutter. There were people on the boardwalk with huge cameras with the telephoto lenses. I actually wondered if they would be able to capture shots of my hands up Victoria’s dress. Offended? No. Hell, I’d have asked them for a copy if I were sure they snapped any pictures.

I told her flat out that if she wanted to leave, she would need to tell me. I would sit there all night to the wee hours rubbing her legs if she allowed me.  I didn’t think she was bored. I know she enjoyed me massaging her. I heard more than one sigh of relaxation. I had hoped for me. I hoped her pantyhose were getting wet. I hoped the cotton gusset was damp with her sweet nectar. And I hoped that soon I would be exploring the rest of her body.

The wind picked up on the boardwalk and Victoria sat up. Sensing she might be ready to go, I did end up asking her if she wanted to leave. But not for the evening. I asked if she wanted to go back to my hotel. She nodded. I reached down for one of her high heels and grabbed the back of her right foot. I slid her heel on and then the other. With a last caress up her calf, we stood up to walk back to her car. Luckily, the dim lighting hid my hard cock residing inside my shorts.

I rubbed her thighs on the drive back. Thankfully, it wasn’t that long of a drive.  We got up through valet parking and got in the elevator. I hit the button for the top floor. It was just us. Almost. At the last moment, an older gentleman stuck his hand through the closing doors. They opened back up and he got in and pressed the button to his floor.

Victoria and I were in the back of the elevator. With the man in front of us, she put her right hand down towards me and started to slowly rub at my cock. I audibly gasped. I’m sure he noticed but he didn’t turn around. Victoria kept gently rubbing me; feeling that she instantly got a reaction. I was getting harder and harder. She looked at me and bit her lip in this coy way as if she had no idea that was going to happen. The elevator slowed down and then stopped. It was his floor and he got off. Before the door even closed, Victoria had unzipped my fly and reached her hand inside to grab my cock.  She lightly touched her finger to the tip of my dick and got some of my precum on it. Her finger went to her lips. Her eyes closed while she slid her finger in her mouth. She then stepped in front of me and lifted her soft dress up to her hips. She then bent down opening her knees while on the way down. I could easily see between her legs in the bright lights of the elevator.

With one hand she grabbed my shaft and with the other she slid it inside her pantyhose. With the mirrors of the elevator, everything she was doing was extremely visible. She held my cock beside her mouth and I saw her slide a finger inside her pussy. She moaned before taking my cock into her mouth. Although I knew there would be no time for a full blowjob, it felt amazing being inside Victoria’s mouth. After a few quick lip movements up and down my shaft; she took my member out and tucked it back in my short. She stood back up and straightened her dress as she rose. She didn’t even both zipping me back up.

We got to the top floor and proceeded to the room.  As we got to the suite, I inserted my key. She went in first then I proceeded behind her. As the door shut, I locked and latched it. The room was already dimly lit as only one far lamp was left on.  As Victoria was surveying the suite, I came up behind her. I moved her long, flowing hair to one side, exposing her neck. I started to kiss her neck and shoulders while my arms went around her waist. Victoria began to moan excitedly.

“Did you know how wet my pussy has been all night?” she asked.

“I wondered. I hoped.” I said as my lips and tongue caressed her skin.

I loosened the belt around her dress and took it off. I raised her dress above to her hips and my hands worked on her ass and thighs.  The dress fell back down but my hands were already up inside. I was noticeably warmer underneath her dress. I licked and kissed her ass the backs of her legs.  My hands sense their way up and down Victoria’s legs. They make their way inside her legs and up to her warm hole. With my right hand between her legs, but my thumb in on the seam of the ass of her pantyhose while my fingers rub her pussy. Her knees buckle and she moans louder. Her hand meets my hand between her legs as she assists me rubbing her nylons into her pussy.

I then put her hands straight onto her pantyhosed pussy and let her rub her cat herself. Her knees bend a little more. My hands make their way to the small of her back and further up her dress to her bra. After a quick ‘snap’ her bra is undone. Victoria quickly removed it herself through her sleeve. With my face rubbing against her ass, my hands moved up her thighs, across her belly and up to her breasts. Her nipples were already erect. She placed her hands on top of my again rubbing herself with me. Her hips were swaying even though there was no music playing.  She moans and sighs as my hands move across her body.

Victoria raises her dress and slides it over her head. She moves closer to the bed and slowly crawls on top.  Looking back and on all fours, she looks back at Pierce. She rubs her ass. Puts a finger on her gusset and licks her lips. She then pulls her hand under her stomach and reaches inside her pantyhose. In the dimly lit room, Pierce can barely see her. She spreads her lips with her fingers and slides one inside. She moans the loudest of the night so far.  She then slides in two fingers. He can hear her juices flowing while making noises as her fingers go inside and out.

A finger rips through her pantyhose to open up a hole. The flap of her gusset still hangs and she slides her fingers back into her warm pussy. The cotton comes along and gets inserted in her pussy. It is getting soaked with her scented liquid. “You need to get over here” she proclaimed.  “I need something inside me.”

Pierce crawls over as he was still on his knees when he was rubbing Victoria up and down.  He crawls onto the bed and immediately licks her pussy from behind. He grabs her asscheeks and buries his face inside her. Victoria fingers start rubbing her clit while her pussy gets sucked.  Pierce lightly spanks her ass once. Then twice. A faint red mark starts to show so he rubs it down.  Victoria bends back and looks while her pussy is licked and rubs her tits with one hand.

Victoria inches away from his face for a moment and asks Pierce to crawl up on the bed. “Lie on your back” she asks.  While he positions himself, Victoria stands up on the bed.  She moves close to the wall and the headboard. She places her feet on either side of Pierce head.  Looking up, he sees her pantyhosed calves. Higher are her pantyhosed thighs. And higher still is her pussy. Still with the gusset soaking inside her pussy. Victoria rubs her pussy while standing above him. Pierce grabs his cock and starts stroking. Pre-cum has literally dripped down the shaft of his throbbing member.  She put her hands down to her pussy and spreads her lips open. “Do you want inside here?” she asks with an evil grin on her face.

Slowly, Victoria lowers herself onto his chest. She grabs the headboard and drags her dripping pussy across his neck. Then up his chin before she settles herself on his mouth. Then she grinds her pussy into his face. All over his face. She literally wipes her juices all over him. Nose. Cheeks. Forehead. Everywhere as though she is marking her territory.

With his tongue thrust deep inside her, Victoria rubs her tits while he licks her and drinks her juices.  She then places her hands on either side of his head, just above him.

“I need your cock inside me now” she says.

She slowly raises her feet almost to Pierce’ shoulders. It opens her legs up so wide for his view. She moves herself back and grinds her pussy into his chest and stomach on the way down to his cock. She grabs his dick and rubs his tip against her pussylips. Of course there is no lubrication needed as Victoria is well wet. She inserts his tips then positions herself to lower the rest of the way down taking him all inside her. She doesn’t bounce back up. She grinds on him feeling his cock around inside her dripping hole.

After grinding around a few times she starts grinding from front to back. Rubbing her clit against his pelvis.  She forcefully grips onto his chest while she’s grinding.  The sweat is starting to build on both of them the room is heating up. Victoria moans and moves her hair from side to side.  Pierce slides his arms up her back while she rides him and grabs her hair and pulls it down. Her head turns skyward exposing her milky soft neck.

“Can you fuck me? Really hard!” she asks.

She hops off and Pierce gets off the bed. He flips her on her back and grabs her hips over to the edge of the bed.  He grabs her ankles and spreads her legs open Victoria takes hold of his cock and easily slips him back inside her. Pierce starts pumping her; slowly at first. Then he gradually gets faster and harder. Soon their legs are loudly slapping against each other. Her moans and grunts match his thrusts exactly. Victoria rubs her clit with one hand while her pussy gets pounded. She is holding her breath while she more so grunts with each forceful drive into her. She grips her own leg tightly as she begins to cum. With each thrust, Pierce gets closer and closer himself. After she exclaims a passionate scream he pulls his cock out and crawls up beside her. Victoria quickly grabs his cock and strokes him. She spits on his dick and strokes faster as he moans out and blow his huge load all over her luscious tits.

As the heartbeats begin to calm, he hears her say “next time you should cum on my pantyhose so I can take a picture for Instagram.”

Let’s go take a shower.

To be continued…

Latest story almost done

Well, I had to put two stories on the back burner. The Massage and Comic-Con related stories are still on the brain but something has usurped both of them.

I recently met someone off of … believe it or not…INSTAGRAM! It is a first for me.

Needless to say, I had a great time and promised there would be a story that came out of it. So that’s what I’ve been working on.

Suffice it to say, she wore pantyhose the night we met and shit just went on from there! Hope to have it posted this week.

And sorry for being AWOL for a while. I’ve been traveling like mad and contrary to the first 10 years I’ve traveled…I’VE ACTUALLY BEEN SLEEPING ON MY FLIGHTS!! I used to never be able to do that for some reason (and no, not from a fear of flying).

Anyway…see y’all soon!

May have found Pantyhose heaven

My hotel this week apparently is the hotel of choice for a major international airline.

I have only been here since yesterday but yesterday afternoon and evening and then this afternoon has had a lobby FULL of super hot Flight Attendants almost all wearing pantyhose (two wore pants…booooo ladies!).

And holy shit is this completely the opposite of most of the domestic airlines I fly. This seems old school Air Hostess type quality ladies. I’m very impressed and really want to start flying this airline.  I wonder if they are as nice as they are SMOKIN’ HOT!

Hopefully, I’ll have the stones to snap a couple of pictures.

I have a feeling it will be tougher than I thought

I’m guessing finding interview candidates will be hard.

First off…I only have a few followers. So by all means…please reblog if it won’t hurt your stats.

Another issue is going to be finding real people with an affinity for <insert fetish here>.

People already in porn have been there and done that. And by that, I mean everything. I’m not interested in folks who do it all. I’m interested in talking to people who have that one thing that activates the animal in them. Visceral.

So again, if anyone has any interest…please reach out. We can keep it to twitter handles or nothing at all. I don’t even have to know your name. I don’t mind referring to folks as Subject X, Y or Z.

Contemplating expanding to interviews

I’ve always wondered the thoughts of people who share the affinity for nylons. Regardless of how hard core it is from “I just enjoy wearing pantyhose” to the folks who can’t live without wearing them; I wonder what makes them tick.

This probably will never fly but after starting this blog, receiving emails about some of the stories I’ve written and then checking out pictures on other forms of Social Media like Instagram, it really made me wonder if this is feasible or not.

So I am going to try. I already know of a few people I plan to reach out to and I’m sure I’ll get a likely “fuck off” but who knows? It’ll be as anonymous as the interviewee wants and it will be both sexes as I’m just hoping for participants.

That said, if any of my blog followers would be interested, please let me know. Or if anyone just catches this in their search and would be willing; please reach out. And I’m not looking for only pantyhose/nylon fetishists. Any fetish goes really!

Thanks in advance y’all!!

Have a great rest of the weekend.

Do you have a fetish? How private is it?

Do you have something that gets you going every. single. time? Like the no-doubter? If your partner does or wears this or that it is a guaranteed railing (or get railed)?

Also, is it something only your partner knows? Or do your friends know as well?

I have only a chosen few friends who know mine. What about you?

How naughty of a fetish is it? Do you think your girlfriend/wife would spill the beans to her friends at a Passion Party?

The Meeting

Pierce was definitely having thoughts about Cat he shouldn’t be having.  The conversation, as explicit as it was, was at the same time very natural.  It was like locker room talk but she just happened to be a woman.  An extremely sexy woman which made things only that much more difficult to maintain any sense of decorum.

The drinks continued to flow and he noticed that midnight had come and gone.

“I think I should just call it a night” he said.

One of his buddies yelled out “buzzkill” and the others laughed.

Cat gave a small sigh but appeared as though she would continue on with her night out with fellas.

Several handshakes and fist pounds later, Pierce made his way out of the bar and went to head up to his room.  He imagined much of the conversation he had with Cat during his walk.  He shook his head several times and slapped himself in the face “c’mon man, snap out of it” he thought to himself.

He got to his room and went through the normal night routine of getting his stuff ready for the next morning just so he could sleep in those precious few minutes longer.  Almost an hour passes while ironing clothes for the next day.  Just as he hits his “mellow” playlist on his iPod, he hears a gentle knock on the door.  So gentle in fact that he dismisses it at first.  Then thinks better of it and goes to check things out.

He opens the door and there she is.  Cat is standing just out of the doorway with what can only be described as a devilishly innocent look on her face.  It may as well been the naughty schoolgirl with her finger in her mouth and turned ankle with pigtails.  She asks “you weren’t already sleeping were you?”

Scrambling to find words he just simply blurts “No!” in a very nervous manner.

While she stands in the hall and Pierce undresses her with his eyes, he obviously takes note that she is not wearing the same outfit she had on only an hour prior.  Gone were the pants and jacket.  They had been not-so-subtly replaced by a slinky black skirt, black pantyhose, sheer button up top with a white shirt underneath.

“You…changed” he said stating what was already apparent.

Not wanting to keep her out in the extremely bright hallway where everyone could see, he grabs her with his right arm around her shoulders and scoops her in to his room.

Cat begins to explain, “well, I have such an insight as to what makes you tick, I thought I’d have a change into something … else.”  She does a slight spin around to show off the backs of her thighs and calves. “See, seamed back too.  How’s that for starters? I kind of wanted to see exactly what it does. Observational purposes only, of course.”

“Yea. Right. And my God,” he replies. “You smell amazing. What did you…”

“After all the meeting and running around from earlier,” she interrupts, “I just wanted to take a shower. What’s playing?” as she hears his ipod in the background.

“Feeling good. Michael Buble’.  Why?” he responds.

“Definitely sounding like a stripper song is all” she coyly replies.

“Really? Didn’t think you liked jazz.  I thought you had to get in the mood for anything jazzy.”

“Well, I didn’t say I liked it. I’m just saying I can see how someone could strip to it. Totally has that burlesque vibe; something like that can easily get someone in that mood.”

“Have at then.  You always tell me you can dance.  Let’s see if you can back up all that yapping.”

“Oh hell no.”

“Why not?  You scared?

“You’ll laugh.”

“Not if you’re as sexy as you say you are.  I’m sure you could pull it off in a big way.” he eggs on.  “I’ll even re-start it and you can make a grand entrance.”

“But I’ve never heard it before, I wouldn’t know…”

“If you’re good, it won’t matter,” he interjects.

Never being one to back down from a challenge, she saunters to the other side of the room as Pierce starts the song over.

The song re-starts and you can tell the jokes are out and she thoroughly commits to her performance.

“Wait, is this the right song? This doesn’t sound like the other one.”

“Just give it a second. 43 seconds to be exact”

Just at that point she slinks back into the room, her walk is intense; one foot crosses in front of the other until she hits the middle of the living area and stops.  Her eyes shut as she’s getting the feel of the song.  Her hips move to the methodical sax and trumpet blats.  She bends down and grabs her right leg at the ankle with both hands and slowly draws them up her leg.  Caressing her own legs to the bottom of her black skirt then slowly raising the hem up. A little higher. Then a little higher.  As his eyes are fixed on her black nylon clad legs; they move up as her hands rise.  Her hands stop just before he gets a glimpse of her naughty spot.

Her hands then slowly re-position her skirt back down her thighs.  As the song kicks in to high gear, she crisscrosses her arms in tune while appearing to take off her blouse.  As it rises just above her waist, she grins and shakes her head in a “no, no no. not right now” manner.  She then starts to unbutton her blouse as the song nears its end.

“Aw, I don’t think I’m going to get a chance to finish” she says.

“Wow, that was plenty,” was about the only response he could conjure.  Noticeably covering himself with a pillow.

She starts to say “I’m sorry, I know I probably shouldn’t….”

He immediately interrupts by jumping off the edge of the bed and he pushes her to the wall and kisses her with a mad, pent up source of passion seemingly locked up for years.  He grabs a handful of her hair from behind her back and pulls her hair down to raise and expose her neck.  He begins to suck on the sides of her neck, down the center of her chest then to the other side of her neck.

“Don’t act like you haven’t known for a long time that I’ve wanted to fuck you like there was no tomorrow.  Like hard.  Really hard.”

He takes her blouse and un-tucks it from her black skirt.  He rips open her blouse and as the buttons fly across the room, he simply says “I’ll buy you a new one” in between sucking and licking on the tops of her ample, milky white tits.  He plants his knee between her legs and she immediately begins to grind herself on it.  Reaching behind her back, he unsnaps her bra to fully expose those beautiful, firm breasts and perfectly stiff nipples.  He cups his hands under her tits and sucks on her nipples.

With a nipple still in his mouth, he grabs and lifts her by her ass to bring her over to the bed.  He throws her down on the bed.  Her tits jiggle and while she adjusts herself he slowly climbs on top of her.

He bends over for another deep, wet kiss and then traces his tongue down her chin and down to her chest.  He gently licks from nipple to nipple, stopping every few seconds to suck on.  He tracks down her tummy and makes his way down her waist.  He reaches under her ass and she obliges by raising up so he can unzip her skirt.  Sliding her skirt off, she is now lying in her black Wolford pantyhose with a very clearly wet cotton gusset between her legs.

“Looks like it’s been wet here for longer than you’ve been here,” he says.

He slides her skirt the rest of the way up her legs, slowly massaging the backs of her thighs on the way up.  He tosses the skirt on the floor and rubs her feet and heels; then the bottoms of her calves and back over the rest of her legs until he reaches her ass.  Not knowing what was in store then, Cat, with her legs straight up in the air and together, peers back at Pierce.  She bends at the knee and then slowly spreads her legs open while placing her hand over her wet pussy in a delicate attempt to hide how juicy her pussy has gotten.

He reaches for her right leg and brings her calf up to his mouth.  He begins to kiss her legs over her pantyhose, licking over her lovely nylon covered calf.  He kisses lower and lower down her leg reaching her inner thigh. Cat moans as he gently bites her.  He traces his hands down the backs of both of her thighs and reaches her moist cotton panel.  He rubs her already soaked pussy and hits her very swollen clit where she gives a small jolt of excitement.  Very briefly, he licks her pussy through her gusset then takes his fingers and rips open a hole to expose drenched pussy.  He puts his firm grip on the backs of her thighs, slowly moving back to her ass and up the small of her back and begins to lick her lips and clit.  Reaching his hands up her back, he draws them back to her waist and pulls her wet mound in tighter to his face as he thrusts his tongue deep inside her pussy.  Cat’s hips move and sway with each plunge of his tongue while he slurps up her juices.

Pierce then moves his tongue out of her hot hole to slither up to her clit.  At first, he gently licks around her swollen tenderness and then progresses to bite on it with his lips. Then flicks with the tip of his tongue proceed to the flat of his tongue.

“I want your cock in my mouth.  Let’s do something to make that happen,” she moans.

After a few licks, he rises off the edge of the bed and grabs both her thighs.  Forcefully, he spins her around the bed where her head is now on the edge almost hanging off.  His throbbing cock is now in front of her face and she sticks out her tongue to lick the pre-cum up that is almost dripping from the tip.  She grabs his shaft and slides his head in her mouth and gives a quick suck.  She grabs him by his ass to move him forward to ensure his dick is fully inserted in her mouth. 
The feeling is so tremendous he almost loses his balance and falls forward onto the bed.  He catches himself by his arms on the top of the bed.  Once he regains his wits, he realizes that there is a soaking pussy in front of his face calling for attention.  He then cups his hands under her ass cheeks and licks down her entire pussy.  Now when he slides his tongue inside her, his chin rubs against her swollen clit.  At first she’s startled with each impact as her clit is so sensitive.  With his tongue deep inside her and the constant clitoral stimulation, Cat spirals into her first climax.  It releases more and more of her juice that Pierce is perfectly happy to lap up.

He quickly changes the position of her legs to be underneath him raised up almost to her head from her vantage point.  She’s left completely exposed.  Almost.  The hole in her Wolford’s only exposed her pussy and Pierce would need full access.  He reached down and rips them open and first.  Then almost completely off.  Now he sees her milky white, smooth thighs, pussy, ass…everything he wants to tear into.

While he starts back down to her pussy, she continues to suck on his cock and brings her hand up to gently stroke his balls and then his shaft.  Continuing on she pumps his pole while sucking on his head.  Sensing that he’s about to cum she takes his cock out and asks “do you want to cum in my mouth or somewhere else?”

“I can back off and cum in your mouth or on your face.”

“How about a little of both?” she replies.

“My God I never knew you were this dirty,” he says.

“Why would you? Not many people do.”

The next sound Pierce makes is a loud grunt while she pumps his cum into her mouth from a few inches away.  Some of his hot goo gets on her face and cheek and she just smiles and keeps stroking his cock to get it all out.

“Hmmm, now what do we do?” she asks.

“Well, I don’t know about you, but there is something that desperately needs my tongue in it.” He replies.

“You’ve had your tongue in my pussy for the last half hour” she claims.

“I’m not talking about your pussy dear” he responds.

“Mmmmm, really?  How would you like me then?”

“How about on all fours…for now?”

“I can do that,” she answers back.

With a stripper-esque twirl of her legs, she elegantly flips to her side then to her stomach.  She briskly cocks her legs into herself yet not fully on all fours.  As she raises elevates her body up she turns her head back and reaches her hand between her legs.  While eyeing him the whole maneuver, she covers her pussy with her hand in almost a reserved manner.  Then uses her index finger and ring finger to open her pussy lips showing her glistening, wet hole.  Then she takes her middle finger and slips it inside.  After several drives inside she slides her second finger in.  Not being able to keep his eyes off her temporary self-pleasure, she is again able to command his eye contact and she takes her finger out her of pussy and slowly draws them into her own mouth; licking and sucking on her fingers.

She takes them out of her mouth and then gestures him to come closer with those same pussy scented fingers.  As he slides over to the edge of the bed, she slips her fingers back into her pussy.  He kneels down by her ass and grabs hold by her waist.  She takes her fingers out and puts them in his mouth as he sucks wildly on her fingers.

“Damn, your fingers taste great, but I’d rather get it straight from the source” and he starts to eat her from behind.  As his tongue thrusts in and out of her pussy she brings her hands back between her legs to rub her clit.  She rubs, he licks and sucks.  He licks so long and deep that his tongues touches her fingers on several occasions and goes all the way up her ass.  He traces his tongue up and down while decisively gripping her asscheeks.  Audibly, he continues to slurp up her pussy juices and tongue her ass.  Just as loudly he smack her ass to which she almost as loudly moans.  He spanks her again and clutches on to her asscheek after each slap.  Her milky white ass starts to redden to which she has no objection.

“God, I need your cock inside me.  Like NOW! And rail me. Rail me hard.” she groans.

“I was just thinking how much my cock needs to be inside you.”

Pierce gives one last slap and lick to her screaming pussy as he stands up.  She reaches back and grabs hold of his cock. “Let me help you with that,” she whispers.  She switches to her other hand that she already has between her legs as the other hand now is used to spread open her pussy lips.  Her mound is so incredibly wet that he slides right in.  They both exhale a supreme sigh in almost a liberating manner as if months of sexual anxiety were just relieved with one naughty insertion.

He confidently grasps her by the waist as he pushes his stiff cock in and out almost effortlessly.  The feeling is exhilarating to be inside her.  He gradually increases the thrusts going a little faster and a little faster.  Cat starts to pull away and push back more and more in rhythm with him.  He slaps her already red ass once again as she moans loudly.  Her back dips as her head raises up.  With his other hand he grabs and handful of her long hair and slowly but forcefully pulls her towards him. Her moans are becoming brazenly louder with each tug.

While the two continue to writhe in perfect harmony, she reaches down to rub her clit while he keeps at driving into her pussy.

He lets go of her hair and her head drops to the bed as she’s panting and breathing heavily.  She each distinctive breath timed with his thrust, she tilts her head to one side and says “I…need…you…in…my ass.  Fuck me in my ass.” she gasps.

He slows his pace down and slowly removes his cock.  As he pulls out he rubs the tip of his dick up and down her pussy wiping her juice up to her asshole and continues the transfer from her pussy to her ass.  He then slowly and deliberately put the tip of his cock to the outer edge of her asshole.  Methodically, he inserts more and more of his cock into her.  Slowly but surely, her inviting ass warmly accepts his cock.  He ventures outward slowly and back in.  After taking all of him, the coast is clear to fuck her ass hard and fast.  He grabs her hips and begins to rail her tight asshole with reckless abandon.  Sweat drips down his head and down onto her ass.  Several spanks to both ass cheeks are heard throughout the room while he piledrives her in the ass.

She feverishly fingers her pussy and rubs her clit while he rams her from behind.  His grip on her hips gets tighter and tighter.  She rubs hard and faster.  “Don’t cum yet! Don’t cum yet!” she screams as she frantically takes on her flaming pussy.  Staving off the urge to cum, he claws into her hips and ass but hold off shooting his load with every ounce of himself.  He pounds and pounds and she screams louder and louder.  Her screams turn to grunts as she nears her own climax.  The grunts and groans are louder and more raucous.  Pierce senses she’s near as well and powers into her harder and harder.  She’s at the point where her grunts are incomplete then turns into one long continuous shriek.  At that point he pulls wit one last thrust his second load explodes inside her as he lets out his own equally intense exclamation.

As his cock exits, Cat falls flat onto her stomach on to the bed where Pierce quickly falls on top of her.  The sweat mixes as the slide atop each other.

“Holy shit…that was fucking intense” he pants.

Cat takes a couple of deep breaths and pants of her own before calmly replying “you know you owe me 65 bucks for those Wolford’s right?

The two laugh.

When a Fetish is more than a Fetish (thanks @CourtneyCummz )

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Several months ago, I was skype-ing with one of my favorite porn stars,  Courtney Cummz (@CourtneyCummz on Twitter). She is lovely about wearing outfits and humoring those of us with particular fetishes.  After a few skype dates, knowing I have an affinity for all things nylon; she mentioned a term that, at first, somewhat startled […]