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Last year, during the Valentines day week, my boyfriend and I enjoyed a very romantic time. On friday, before work let out, I received a dozen long stem roses, in a vase, along with a card and a heart shaped box of chocolates. I was thrilled, and the girls in the office were very jealous.
My boyfriend picked my up at 5:00 sharp, and took me to dinner. We had a wonderful meal in a very romantic supper club in down town Trenton, Prime Rib, Lobster and Champaign - my favorite. After dinner, we went for a walk in the park. As we were strolling through the park at twilight, enjoying the last red rays of the sun as they brought out the color on the trees, we sat on a secluded bench, and as the darkness fell, we touching each other gently and kissing.
In the silence of the woods the kisses turned passionate and soon Mike's hand was sliding under my skirt and tracing the outline of my bush through my pantyhose. His other hand began to unbutton my blouse and was soon caressing my breast. In a fog of delight I lay back against the bench and felt his fingers pry the cup of my bra from my breast and caress my nipple. A few more buttons and my right tit hung free of my bra, exposed to the world. My lover thoughtfully covered it with his warm lips and began to suck. His tongue danced circles around my flesh and flicked over my stiffening nipple. Soon he settled into a steady rhythm, nursing at my breast like a baby. I spread my legs further and felt his hand slide sensuously down my thighs and brush across my cunt lips. I began to wiggle on the bench as his fingers traced my clit, but the layers of pantyhose and panties were in the way. I pulled my skirt higher and was trying to drop my pantyhose when Mike took his lovely lips from my breast and dove for my crotch. Before I could do anything his finger hooked into my hose and he tore a gaping hole in them. With a tug the thin strip of my panties was torn away and he plunged his finger into me and began to stroke.
For a second I was pissed off, those pantyhose weren't cheap, but the waves of pleasure washing from my cunt quickly diverted my attention. He brushed aside my curly hair to expose my clit. No sooner had it been uncovered than Mike's hot tongue began to lick it. With his finger pumping into me and his tongue gliding over my clit I felt the waves of orgasm begin to build. The cool caress of the autumn wind contrasted with Mike's hot and passionate breath on my crotch and I could feel our mingled juices dripping down my slit and slowly cooling as they flowed down my body. Now his finger was sliding out of my vagina and following the slippery trail of our wetness to play with my asshole. I slid foreword on the bench to give him room and his finger, so deliciously drenched from my love liquid insinuated it's way into my ass. Before he could go very far I felt myself being lifted by orgasm and strained mightily not to shout my joy for fear I would attract attention. I twisted and ground and grunted as Mike drove his finger deep into my ass and sucked deeply at my quivering clit. Oh my gawd, if every fuck session could be as good as my Valentines day gift, I would be in heaven.
Before I could come down Mike tore open his fly and plunged his wonderful prick into me. The bench was the perfect height and he was able to impale me on his pole while comfortable resting on his knees. I opened my eyes and watched in the dim light as his outline shifted each time he drove his prick into me.
It was wonderful, I was in heaven as he fucked me like crazy, his manhood splitting me asunder with each stroke, then pausing for the merest second before pounding his prick into me again. I couldn't believe it but I felt my cunt again fill with pleasure and I slipped over the edge, cumming once again as he began to groan and fill me with his sperm. He drove himself as deep as he could into me, then froze as his penis pulsed and filled me with the last drops of his love juice while he reminded motionless. With a sigh he collapsed, pulling his peter from my cunt and cradled his head on my lap. I kissed his head and we rested a moment before rearranging our clothes to make a modest retreat from the park bench. We had been very lucky that no body caught us.
As we walked to the car I could feel the juices dripping out of me, occasionally landing on my legs with a cool sensation. With the
release of sex my anger returned and I was again pissed that my underwear was in shreds. Mike, the SOB, (he was an SOB now) laughed it off and told me to just go buy another pair of pantyhose and get over it. OK, if that's the way he wants it he's going to learn a lesson, I'll buy some new pantyhose allright.
The next morning I warned Mike not to be late for dinner, because I had something special in mind. I spent that Sunday afternoon shopping and cooking while Mike watched Football at a friend's place. When he returned I greeted him dressed only in a pair of black shear pantyhose and my sling backs that he loved so much. As his eyes widened I undid his belt, dropping his pants as I shoved the door closed. His face broke into a grin as I removed his shorts, grabbed his half erect cock, and led him to the couch, making sure that I informed him he had the wrong idea if he thought he was going to get laid.
From the shopping bag I took a pair of queen size, sheer to waist, black pantyhose. "Okay, you thought it was funny ruining my valentines day hose... well, you're going to put these on and wear them all day, at home and at work, until Friday. If you wreck them or put runs in them that's too bad, you go out and buy a replacement pair. Belive me, you won't have a prayer of getting laid until I'm over my mad."
The look on his face was priceless. I picked up his pants and skivvies, and left him sitting on the couch with a half erect cock, and a pair of pantyhose in his hands. He was in total disbelief as I walked into the bedroom. I threw his pants in the hamper and returned to the living room, where Mike was still naked and holding the pantyhose. I took them from his fingers and dropped to my knees. Picking up his feet I slipped them on, sliding them up to his thighs. Before he could protest I told him to enjoy the moment, and suddenly he began to laugh and helped me pull them up. In no time at all, the tow of us we were clad only in pantyhose. I led him to the dinner table and filled him with his favorite foods.
When we made ready for bed he returned from the shower and tried to get into bed. I stopped him and said "You wear those pantyhose 24 hours a day, or you're cut off. The only time you can take them off is in the shower." If we are having sex, you're gonna wear them while we fuck. You are going to learn a leason, and I mean it. As he proceeded to put the pantyhose back on, I walked across the room and opened a bag, dumping out six more pairs of pantyhose. I then proceeded to fill his underwear drawer with the pantyhose, enough to get him through the week just in case he wasn't too careful. As I crawled back into bed, I noticed his raging hard on. He tried his usual cool moves on me, but I told him to think about our situation, and when he understood what I was upset about, we would talk, and maybe have sex.
About a half hour after we were "asleep" I could feel the bed shaking ever so slightly. My boyfriend was masturbating in the pantyhose I bought him. Damn... I guess I didn't expect the punishement to become a turn on. Just as he was starting to cum, I quickly rolled over and said "BUSTED!" But it was too late to stop him, his cock spewed thick gobs of cum through the pantyhose and oozed through the wispy material. He looked at me like a puppy about to get whacked on the nose with a rolled up newspaper. I asked him if he enjoyed wearing pantyhose. He said no he thought it was stupid, and gay. Well, I asked, if you don't like it, then why the major, bed shaking jerk off session? "Well, Um, Ahh..." was about all he could say. Of course I thought the event was odd, so I replied "well, if you don't like wearing the pantyhose, but you enjoy your hand so damn much, do it again. Right now. I want to watch. I really want to see how you jerk off." Of course, he was embarrased, and declined. I asked again, "If you want to give me a Valentines day present to make up for wrecking my pantyhose, then do what I ask, and show me how a man masturbates." My boyfriend looked into my eyes with a sexual hunger of a man who had just been given the key to fort knox. "If you insist..." he replied.
He lifted the waist band of the pantyhose up with his left hand, slid his right hand inside, smearing his cum onto his fingers, and offered me a taste. I told him that it was his turn to entertain me, and to taste his own cum. I was suprised, but he did. He licked his fingers and as he did, he had a very horny look on his face. He quickly slid his fingers back onto his cock, stroked himself a bit, and licked the cum off his fingers again. I watched in amazement as he continued to do this several more times. I asked him if he liked eating cum. He asked me if I ever noticed he liked to eat me after he cums, and I said "yes". "Well", he said, "the taste of cum is only part of the enjoyment of sex". "Masturbation, when done right, includes some 'foreplay'. Tasting my pre-cum, a finger in the ass, rubbing my balls, and thinking about things that make me horny. And, belive it or not, these pantyhose are really making me horny." As my boyfriend layed on the bed, stroking his cock, I watched him blow his wad for a second time, but instead of seeping though the pantyhose, he pulled the waistband down, under his balls, and shot his load onto his stomach. I immediately dove onto his stomach and started to lick it up, and as I had a mouthfull, I french kissed him, and we shared his warm love in a way that Valentines day was meant to be celebrated.
The next morning, as he started to dress in his usual attire, I stopped him, and insisted he wear pantyhose to work. Of course, he hesitated, but I insisted. After some coaxing, he complied. I have to admit, he looked kind of cute while getting dressed, putting on a shirt and tie, while wearing pantyhose. When he went to put on socks, I stopped him, and told him that he really needed to experience the lession I wanted him to learn. After he was fully dressed, nobody would ever know about his unconventional underwear.
We kissed good-bye and went off to work. I was tempted to call him several times that day, to see how he was getting on, but restrained myself. Five thirty came, and he arrived home just a few minutes after I did. To my suprise, he began to strip as he walked in the door. Without a word he unbuttoned my dress and lifted it off, then slipped the snap of my bra and it fell to the floor. With one quick motion my panties and hose were at my feet and he picked me up and draped me ass upward on the couch. Before I knew what was happening he had spread my ass cheeks and driven his prick into my cunt. I lay there amazed as he pounded his meat into me. Nothing like this had ever happened before, where did this lust crazed stud come from? Just as I began to relax enough to enjoy being fucked he cried out and filed me with cum. As his now flaccid prick slid out of me I felt his hands on my tits as they hung beneath me. His strong, warm fingers began to massage them, playing with my nipples and swirling around with delightful attention. So I closed my eyes and abandoned myself to the feelings. He leaned over and began to eat me and lick his own cum. I asked him to kiss me, and let me taste his cum on his lips. His passionate, cum covered lips engolfed my mouth, our tongues embracing, sending a shiver through my body. His fiery lips started a path of ecstasy down my spine as he continued to caress my breasts. When he reached my ass he quickly flipped me over and spread my legs as I lay on the couch. Soon he was again sucking my clit, his talented tongue stroking up and down over me, driving me wild, eating me and his cum. He probed my slash, sliding around my pussy lips, darting into me and then tickling my clit again. After a while Mike began to attack my vagina, sucking long deep, drawing out the cum he had so recently filled me with. I lay there for a long, delicious time, reveling in the sensations of being thoroughly eaten out, until I came with a rush, bucking almost off the couch. I lay there dazed in the afterglow as Mike sat beside me and held me tight.
He finally let me go and told me that he had never been so aroused as he was that day. The feel of wearing pantyhose was completely unexpected. Whenever he was not involved in his work the sensation of pantyhose holding his prick and balls close to his body drove him wild. He told me that he jerked off three times at work because the pantyhose had him so aroused. No wonder, I thought to myself, he wasted no time screwing me as soon as he got home.
I laughed and told him it was quite all right with me if he came home horny for the rest of the week, I didn't mind a bit. To all the women who are reading this story, I am telling you the truth, Mike was horny. For the rest of the week we screwed more often then the proverbial rabbits. On Friday he realized that he would no longer be "forced" to wear the pantyhose. After dinner, I told him that it was the last night of the punishment. He seemed really happy to slip into the pantyhose. He helped with the dishes after dinner, wearing nothing but the pantyhose. I watched him walk around the house. He was half hard most of the time, and was fully erect some of the time. I tried not to let him see me watch the condition of his cock as he helped around the house.
Later, as we lay reading romantic poetry in bed, I felt my left nipple grow warm as he rolled over and began to suck. I let my book drop and closed my eyes, savoring the sensation. His tongue drew circles around my tit, playing with my nipple, then darting back and forth before pulling me deep into his mouth. I felt his hand begin to squeeze my other breast, pulsing and pressing in time to he licks. His pantyhose clad legs began to caress mine, a sensation that sent shivers up my spine. He lifted his head and murmured "I'm almost sorry it's Friday, I really liked wearing these things." Before I could comment he returned to nibbling on my nipples, and I was too distracted to answer. His hand began to brush lightly over my crotch, teasing my curly hair and making promises of pleasure to come. I felt the soft caress of his nylon clad legs stroking me sensuously from my toes to my knees. He worked his finger ever so gradually into my slit, pinching my cunt lips as he went, sucking my tit in time to his pinches. He filled me with one, then two, then three fingers, wiggling them around in my cunt, stretching me open from the inside. The heel of his hand descended on my clit and he began to rub. With each tiny motion of his hand he pressed down on my clit, building up my desire, his fingers in my cunt stretching me with each stroke. My world was centered on my crotch as he rubbed furiously, driving me toward ecstasy. I felt his mouth lift from my breast and a cool breeze crinkled my nipple as he blew on it. That sent me over the edge, I bucked and drove myself into his hand as he kept up his rubbing, plunging his fingers deeper into my vagina. Suddenly I was empty, and I felt his weight shift beside me. Then I was full again as his prick filled me. I could feel his stockings caress me as he twined his legs around mine, and then he began to pump into me like a madman. The feel of nylon sliding over my thighs as he fucked me was indescribable, each time he drove my body upwards as he slammed his meat home brought a new thrill of desire. I came again, but still he kept on hammering me with his dick. I reached out and grabbed his ass, feeling the waistband of his pantyhose halfway down his ass and pulled him down into my yearning love tunnel as hard as I could. With an animal grunt he stiffened and held tightly to my crotch, exploding deep within my cunt and filling me with his cream. A few more pumps and he collapsed over me, breathing hard and heavy. I looked into his eyes, and told him he wasn't done. He needed to clean up his mess. As I lay back, and spread my legs, he pulled his pantyhose back up, and started to eat me like a man just released from prison. I slid my hand between my legs, and smear his cum onto my fingers, and he licked them clean. He then pulled his fingers out of me, and I licked the cum off them. As he flipped me onto all fours, I could feel cum oozing down my thigh, before I could tell him about it, I felt his lips and tongue taking care of the mess. He had a raging erection, and started to pump me slowly, at first, but as I began to climax, I could feel his pace quicken. Soon we were both on the verge of cumming. Just as I was cumming, I told him to pull out and cum on my ass, and lick it off. Too late... he just blew his load into my hot pussy. I told him to eat me, and I as sat on his face, I could feel his mouth eating me, and I could see our come on his mouth. I immediately dropped onto his mouth, and we french kissed. Deep, slow, romantic kisses. The taste of our cum mixed together was a turn on. I guess I never realized what a turn on it was.
Since that very heated Valentines day, or week as I call it, we have enjoyed a lot of sex, some with and some without wearing pantyhose.
My boyfriend picked my up at 5:00 sharp, and took me to dinner. We had a wonderful meal in a very romantic supper club in down town Trenton, Prime Rib, Lobster and Champaign - my favorite. After dinner, we went for a walk in the park. As we were strolling through the park at twilight, enjoying the last red rays of the sun as they brought out the color on the trees, we sat on a secluded bench, and as the darkness fell, we touching each other gently and kissing.
In the silence of the woods the kisses turned passionate and soon Mike's hand was sliding under my skirt and tracing the outline of my bush through my pantyhose. His other hand began to unbutton my blouse and was soon caressing my breast. In a fog of delight I lay back against the bench and felt his fingers pry the cup of my bra from my breast and caress my nipple. A few more buttons and my right tit hung free of my bra, exposed to the world. My lover thoughtfully covered it with his warm lips and began to suck. His tongue danced circles around my flesh and flicked over my stiffening nipple. Soon he settled into a steady rhythm, nursing at my breast like a baby. I spread my legs further and felt his hand slide sensuously down my thighs and brush across my cunt lips. I began to wiggle on the bench as his fingers traced my clit, but the layers of pantyhose and panties were in the way. I pulled my skirt higher and was trying to drop my pantyhose when Mike took his lovely lips from my breast and dove for my crotch. Before I could do anything his finger hooked into my hose and he tore a gaping hole in them. With a tug the thin strip of my panties was torn away and he plunged his finger into me and began to stroke.
For a second I was pissed off, those pantyhose weren't cheap, but the waves of pleasure washing from my cunt quickly diverted my attention. He brushed aside my curly hair to expose my clit. No sooner had it been uncovered than Mike's hot tongue began to lick it. With his finger pumping into me and his tongue gliding over my clit I felt the waves of orgasm begin to build. The cool caress of the autumn wind contrasted with Mike's hot and passionate breath on my crotch and I could feel our mingled juices dripping down my slit and slowly cooling as they flowed down my body. Now his finger was sliding out of my vagina and following the slippery trail of our wetness to play with my asshole. I slid foreword on the bench to give him room and his finger, so deliciously drenched from my love liquid insinuated it's way into my ass. Before he could go very far I felt myself being lifted by orgasm and strained mightily not to shout my joy for fear I would attract attention. I twisted and ground and grunted as Mike drove his finger deep into my ass and sucked deeply at my quivering clit. Oh my gawd, if every fuck session could be as good as my Valentines day gift, I would be in heaven.
Before I could come down Mike tore open his fly and plunged his wonderful prick into me. The bench was the perfect height and he was able to impale me on his pole while comfortable resting on his knees. I opened my eyes and watched in the dim light as his outline shifted each time he drove his prick into me.
It was wonderful, I was in heaven as he fucked me like crazy, his manhood splitting me asunder with each stroke, then pausing for the merest second before pounding his prick into me again. I couldn't believe it but I felt my cunt again fill with pleasure and I slipped over the edge, cumming once again as he began to groan and fill me with his sperm. He drove himself as deep as he could into me, then froze as his penis pulsed and filled me with the last drops of his love juice while he reminded motionless. With a sigh he collapsed, pulling his peter from my cunt and cradled his head on my lap. I kissed his head and we rested a moment before rearranging our clothes to make a modest retreat from the park bench. We had been very lucky that no body caught us.
As we walked to the car I could feel the juices dripping out of me, occasionally landing on my legs with a cool sensation. With the
release of sex my anger returned and I was again pissed that my underwear was in shreds. Mike, the SOB, (he was an SOB now) laughed it off and told me to just go buy another pair of pantyhose and get over it. OK, if that's the way he wants it he's going to learn a lesson, I'll buy some new pantyhose allright.
The next morning I warned Mike not to be late for dinner, because I had something special in mind. I spent that Sunday afternoon shopping and cooking while Mike watched Football at a friend's place. When he returned I greeted him dressed only in a pair of black shear pantyhose and my sling backs that he loved so much. As his eyes widened I undid his belt, dropping his pants as I shoved the door closed. His face broke into a grin as I removed his shorts, grabbed his half erect cock, and led him to the couch, making sure that I informed him he had the wrong idea if he thought he was going to get laid.
From the shopping bag I took a pair of queen size, sheer to waist, black pantyhose. "Okay, you thought it was funny ruining my valentines day hose... well, you're going to put these on and wear them all day, at home and at work, until Friday. If you wreck them or put runs in them that's too bad, you go out and buy a replacement pair. Belive me, you won't have a prayer of getting laid until I'm over my mad."
The look on his face was priceless. I picked up his pants and skivvies, and left him sitting on the couch with a half erect cock, and a pair of pantyhose in his hands. He was in total disbelief as I walked into the bedroom. I threw his pants in the hamper and returned to the living room, where Mike was still naked and holding the pantyhose. I took them from his fingers and dropped to my knees. Picking up his feet I slipped them on, sliding them up to his thighs. Before he could protest I told him to enjoy the moment, and suddenly he began to laugh and helped me pull them up. In no time at all, the tow of us we were clad only in pantyhose. I led him to the dinner table and filled him with his favorite foods.
When we made ready for bed he returned from the shower and tried to get into bed. I stopped him and said "You wear those pantyhose 24 hours a day, or you're cut off. The only time you can take them off is in the shower." If we are having sex, you're gonna wear them while we fuck. You are going to learn a leason, and I mean it. As he proceeded to put the pantyhose back on, I walked across the room and opened a bag, dumping out six more pairs of pantyhose. I then proceeded to fill his underwear drawer with the pantyhose, enough to get him through the week just in case he wasn't too careful. As I crawled back into bed, I noticed his raging hard on. He tried his usual cool moves on me, but I told him to think about our situation, and when he understood what I was upset about, we would talk, and maybe have sex.
About a half hour after we were "asleep" I could feel the bed shaking ever so slightly. My boyfriend was masturbating in the pantyhose I bought him. Damn... I guess I didn't expect the punishement to become a turn on. Just as he was starting to cum, I quickly rolled over and said "BUSTED!" But it was too late to stop him, his cock spewed thick gobs of cum through the pantyhose and oozed through the wispy material. He looked at me like a puppy about to get whacked on the nose with a rolled up newspaper. I asked him if he enjoyed wearing pantyhose. He said no he thought it was stupid, and gay. Well, I asked, if you don't like it, then why the major, bed shaking jerk off session? "Well, Um, Ahh..." was about all he could say. Of course I thought the event was odd, so I replied "well, if you don't like wearing the pantyhose, but you enjoy your hand so damn much, do it again. Right now. I want to watch. I really want to see how you jerk off." Of course, he was embarrased, and declined. I asked again, "If you want to give me a Valentines day present to make up for wrecking my pantyhose, then do what I ask, and show me how a man masturbates." My boyfriend looked into my eyes with a sexual hunger of a man who had just been given the key to fort knox. "If you insist..." he replied.
He lifted the waist band of the pantyhose up with his left hand, slid his right hand inside, smearing his cum onto his fingers, and offered me a taste. I told him that it was his turn to entertain me, and to taste his own cum. I was suprised, but he did. He licked his fingers and as he did, he had a very horny look on his face. He quickly slid his fingers back onto his cock, stroked himself a bit, and licked the cum off his fingers again. I watched in amazement as he continued to do this several more times. I asked him if he liked eating cum. He asked me if I ever noticed he liked to eat me after he cums, and I said "yes". "Well", he said, "the taste of cum is only part of the enjoyment of sex". "Masturbation, when done right, includes some 'foreplay'. Tasting my pre-cum, a finger in the ass, rubbing my balls, and thinking about things that make me horny. And, belive it or not, these pantyhose are really making me horny." As my boyfriend layed on the bed, stroking his cock, I watched him blow his wad for a second time, but instead of seeping though the pantyhose, he pulled the waistband down, under his balls, and shot his load onto his stomach. I immediately dove onto his stomach and started to lick it up, and as I had a mouthfull, I french kissed him, and we shared his warm love in a way that Valentines day was meant to be celebrated.
The next morning, as he started to dress in his usual attire, I stopped him, and insisted he wear pantyhose to work. Of course, he hesitated, but I insisted. After some coaxing, he complied. I have to admit, he looked kind of cute while getting dressed, putting on a shirt and tie, while wearing pantyhose. When he went to put on socks, I stopped him, and told him that he really needed to experience the lession I wanted him to learn. After he was fully dressed, nobody would ever know about his unconventional underwear.
We kissed good-bye and went off to work. I was tempted to call him several times that day, to see how he was getting on, but restrained myself. Five thirty came, and he arrived home just a few minutes after I did. To my suprise, he began to strip as he walked in the door. Without a word he unbuttoned my dress and lifted it off, then slipped the snap of my bra and it fell to the floor. With one quick motion my panties and hose were at my feet and he picked me up and draped me ass upward on the couch. Before I knew what was happening he had spread my ass cheeks and driven his prick into my cunt. I lay there amazed as he pounded his meat into me. Nothing like this had ever happened before, where did this lust crazed stud come from? Just as I began to relax enough to enjoy being fucked he cried out and filed me with cum. As his now flaccid prick slid out of me I felt his hands on my tits as they hung beneath me. His strong, warm fingers began to massage them, playing with my nipples and swirling around with delightful attention. So I closed my eyes and abandoned myself to the feelings. He leaned over and began to eat me and lick his own cum. I asked him to kiss me, and let me taste his cum on his lips. His passionate, cum covered lips engolfed my mouth, our tongues embracing, sending a shiver through my body. His fiery lips started a path of ecstasy down my spine as he continued to caress my breasts. When he reached my ass he quickly flipped me over and spread my legs as I lay on the couch. Soon he was again sucking my clit, his talented tongue stroking up and down over me, driving me wild, eating me and his cum. He probed my slash, sliding around my pussy lips, darting into me and then tickling my clit again. After a while Mike began to attack my vagina, sucking long deep, drawing out the cum he had so recently filled me with. I lay there for a long, delicious time, reveling in the sensations of being thoroughly eaten out, until I came with a rush, bucking almost off the couch. I lay there dazed in the afterglow as Mike sat beside me and held me tight.
He finally let me go and told me that he had never been so aroused as he was that day. The feel of wearing pantyhose was completely unexpected. Whenever he was not involved in his work the sensation of pantyhose holding his prick and balls close to his body drove him wild. He told me that he jerked off three times at work because the pantyhose had him so aroused. No wonder, I thought to myself, he wasted no time screwing me as soon as he got home.
I laughed and told him it was quite all right with me if he came home horny for the rest of the week, I didn't mind a bit. To all the women who are reading this story, I am telling you the truth, Mike was horny. For the rest of the week we screwed more often then the proverbial rabbits. On Friday he realized that he would no longer be "forced" to wear the pantyhose. After dinner, I told him that it was the last night of the punishment. He seemed really happy to slip into the pantyhose. He helped with the dishes after dinner, wearing nothing but the pantyhose. I watched him walk around the house. He was half hard most of the time, and was fully erect some of the time. I tried not to let him see me watch the condition of his cock as he helped around the house.
Later, as we lay reading romantic poetry in bed, I felt my left nipple grow warm as he rolled over and began to suck. I let my book drop and closed my eyes, savoring the sensation. His tongue drew circles around my tit, playing with my nipple, then darting back and forth before pulling me deep into his mouth. I felt his hand begin to squeeze my other breast, pulsing and pressing in time to he licks. His pantyhose clad legs began to caress mine, a sensation that sent shivers up my spine. He lifted his head and murmured "I'm almost sorry it's Friday, I really liked wearing these things." Before I could comment he returned to nibbling on my nipples, and I was too distracted to answer. His hand began to brush lightly over my crotch, teasing my curly hair and making promises of pleasure to come. I felt the soft caress of his nylon clad legs stroking me sensuously from my toes to my knees. He worked his finger ever so gradually into my slit, pinching my cunt lips as he went, sucking my tit in time to his pinches. He filled me with one, then two, then three fingers, wiggling them around in my cunt, stretching me open from the inside. The heel of his hand descended on my clit and he began to rub. With each tiny motion of his hand he pressed down on my clit, building up my desire, his fingers in my cunt stretching me with each stroke. My world was centered on my crotch as he rubbed furiously, driving me toward ecstasy. I felt his mouth lift from my breast and a cool breeze crinkled my nipple as he blew on it. That sent me over the edge, I bucked and drove myself into his hand as he kept up his rubbing, plunging his fingers deeper into my vagina. Suddenly I was empty, and I felt his weight shift beside me. Then I was full again as his prick filled me. I could feel his stockings caress me as he twined his legs around mine, and then he began to pump into me like a madman. The feel of nylon sliding over my thighs as he fucked me was indescribable, each time he drove my body upwards as he slammed his meat home brought a new thrill of desire. I came again, but still he kept on hammering me with his dick. I reached out and grabbed his ass, feeling the waistband of his pantyhose halfway down his ass and pulled him down into my yearning love tunnel as hard as I could. With an animal grunt he stiffened and held tightly to my crotch, exploding deep within my cunt and filling me with his cream. A few more pumps and he collapsed over me, breathing hard and heavy. I looked into his eyes, and told him he wasn't done. He needed to clean up his mess. As I lay back, and spread my legs, he pulled his pantyhose back up, and started to eat me like a man just released from prison. I slid my hand between my legs, and smear his cum onto my fingers, and he licked them clean. He then pulled his fingers out of me, and I licked the cum off them. As he flipped me onto all fours, I could feel cum oozing down my thigh, before I could tell him about it, I felt his lips and tongue taking care of the mess. He had a raging erection, and started to pump me slowly, at first, but as I began to climax, I could feel his pace quicken. Soon we were both on the verge of cumming. Just as I was cumming, I told him to pull out and cum on my ass, and lick it off. Too late... he just blew his load into my hot pussy. I told him to eat me, and I as sat on his face, I could feel his mouth eating me, and I could see our come on his mouth. I immediately dropped onto his mouth, and we french kissed. Deep, slow, romantic kisses. The taste of our cum mixed together was a turn on. I guess I never realized what a turn on it was.
Since that very heated Valentines day, or week as I call it, we have enjoyed a lot of sex, some with and some without wearing pantyhose.
