undresses removing her sexy pantyhose, I love women like this one, wearing pantie hose on her ass, undressing slowly, showing her black pantihes on round butt. So you can enjoy too. Also I want to share a sex story with you. It deals with nylons and pissing, hope you like it.
by Stephan © part 1
I woke up and saw the bright sunlight was coming from the wrong side of my bed. The reason was because it wasn't my bed, or my bedroom. I was also aware of a wonderful hard-on and a hand playing with it. But it wasn't my hand. "About time you woke up and resumed your manly duties," a female voice said next to me.
I turned and looked into the large brown eyes of Annabell, one of the single or divorced women I service as the "Private Dick" in the apartment complex in which I live. My sleepy brain was starting to remember the afternoon and evening of sucking and fucking we had enjoyed yesterday. A very memorable time was had by all as I was starting to recall.
I smiled at her. "Good morning, you sweet cunt. What's for breakfast?"
She frowned in her delightful way and said, "The only breakfast you're going to get from this cunt is my tit's and my ass."
"Sound's delightful," I told her as I threw my leg over her legs, still clad in the sexy sheer nude thigh-high stockings from the night before.
"Hang on," she said as I reached for one of her ample tit's and pushed my hard cock down on her smooth belly. "What for? I want my breakfast."
"But it's my bed and my menu," she protested with a laugh. "I thought the menu was tit's and ass. Your wonderful tit's and your damp, aromatic ass. You know how much I like your ass-hole with that wonderful stink of yours."
It was true. Annabell's shit was different from the other women who all had to let me in their back door. Maybe it was because Annabell was one of the best chefs in town and was known for the exotic dishes she prepared in one of our finest restaurants. I learned as a kid you could tell what a person ate by the smell of their shit.
She kept trying to push me off her naked body, smelling of stale sweat and pussy from last night but I managed to get a hard nipple in my mouth and was starting to chew on it when she said she wanted to try something different! Now I'm always willing to try something different in the art of The Sweet Fuck and so I let her nipple slide out of my mouth. She slid off the sex stained sheets and I watched as she swayed her sweet, firm ass out of the bedroom.
Her bedroom was bright with sunlight and my erect cock was nicely stiff and my balls refilled with a load of thick cum we were both going to enjoy in a few minutes or I was going to follow her and put it into one of her holes no matter what she was planning!
I was enjoying my nights rest and the aroma of her bedroom, a perfume that mixed her personnel scent with the smell of our sweat and the stale aroma of good sex and damp sweat soaked sheets when she came back into the room, her heavy tit's swaying delightfully. My attention went from her large, hard nipples and the sweet cleft between her legs to the pair of scissors in her hand.
"Come on, now. I wasn't that bad last night" I said. I knew I had been damn good because Annabell was a great piece of ass and she really knew how to fuck a man and get the last drop from his balls. And the way she had been moaning and groaning I knew my cock, mouth and hands had done a good job giving her climax after climax. "You said last night I was trying to wear out both of your fuck-holes, remember?" She stopped beside the bed, a look of surprise on her small, round face. Some strands of her dark brown shoulder length hair had fallen into her eyes and she brushed them away, her tit's giggling as she looked at me.
"What? Oh, the scissors! Don't worry, dear, you're still my "Private Dick", the best fucker I've had in years. You're dick is wonderful and you how to use it as all the girls say. I'm not going to cut it off! I'm going to do something delightful for both of us," she laughed.
She put the scissors on the bed and slowly rolled down the stocking on her left leg, doing a sexy grinding of her hips, pushing them at me as she hummed the theme from "The Stripper" and keeping my cock rock hard as she knew it would. She pulled the stocking off her foot with a last thrust of her hips and I was ready to unload my wad into the air. She shook out the thigh-high by the toe and then took the scissors and cut the foot off, throwing the rest over her shoulder.
"What are you going to do with that?" I asked.
"It's a shame, really," she said, looking at the thin black material that was all that was left of the sexy stocking. "I love expensive hose but this will be worth it," she said, twirling the small piece of nylon in the air as she smiled at me with a hip thrust out.
"I liked it better on your leg," I told her.
"I know you do. And that's all you want me to wear when you're over here."
"Those are the rules for all my women," I reminded her. "I know. And I like your rules. But I know a better use for this right now."
"And what's that?"
"You're going to wear it."
I've worn nylons before and found them sexy, especially when the woman wanted to wrap her nylon covered legs around my stockinged legs as I humped her to a wonderful climax. A man will do whatever it takes to get his hard dick into a tight, wet cunt. I even wore a pair of crotch-less panties when a woman said it was the only way I was going to get my cock in her ass-hole. They were lime green with black lace and I still have them in my special dresser drawer. "It looks a little small for my big foot," I laughed.
She smiled like a little girl. "Maybe for your foot, dear, but not your thick dick."to be continued