My Pantyhose fetish and cum drinking

I don’t think my cock ever died down that night, the images of
the day and conversations raced through my mind all night. I
might have gotten one or two hours of sleep at the most. The
morning wood wasn’t any better. I resisted the urge to masturbate
in anticipation of leaving something with her.

The next morning I was swamped, never getting the chance to log
on and chat, and it was killing me. Heather was visually taunting
me. Wearing a tight lycra floral, brown, pinks and red, form
fitting dress, barely long enough to conceal her ass cheeks. Her
legs were sheathed in sheer white pantyhose, ‘they have to be
sheer-to-waist,’ I thought to myself as her sultry ass moved to
the undulation of her legs. She had what looked like light
tan-five-inch heels on, hiding her toes from me. I was
permanently distracted with her in the office now, and the words
she left with me yesterday didn’t help. Right before noon I got
an email from her, asking why I hadn’t logged on this morning,
‘I’m itching to talk to you.’ Yeah, and I was throbbing to talk
to you was all I thought.

I logged in for a moment, explaining the morning rush that I was
inundated with. Only to get the reply, “I’m smoking up the foyer
again, aren’t I?’ Oh you have no idea. ‘My pantyhosed crotch is
soaking wet. Can you help me?’ Zero, one, two, my cock is back to
full hardness. This girl is good. ‘Just a minute.’ I wrote back.

Getting up from my desk I adjust my hard on in my slacks, not an
easy task at this point, scooping out the office and seeing the
busy bees working along. I make my trek up the corridor and round
to her desk, seeing her posed, one foot on the ground, the other
with her leg draped over her knee, forcing her already short
dress up and around her ass, showing more hosed leg action than
my heart could take. Her gaze was still on her screen, hands
posed over the keyboard ready to type. Moments later she turns
and notices me, her eyebrow raises as her legs uncross and spread
in her chair. She wasn’t lying, her crotch was soaked, her pussy
lips clearly visible through the wet fabric, pressed obscenely,
even visibly wet. The wetness creped out side of the bounds of
the gusset and left a visible stain down each side of her inner
thighs.

‘Smoking… Isn’t the word for you this time.’ I was practically
speechless. Her pussy was fully shaved I finally saw.

‘Yeah, I keep putting out the fire up here, but’ She raised two
fingers that even from where I was standing looked to be pruning
from excessive moisture, ‘but its not what I really need.’

My eyes trailed along as she lowered her fingers to her crotch
and pushed her hose deep into her sex. The forgiving sheer fabric
stretching and contracting as she pumps her fingers in and out
before bringing them to her lips and intoxicatingly sucking the
fresh juices off before repeating the process again. No use
hiding my erection now, this woman is a dream.

‘So where do you propose we fix your problem?’ I asked as she
slowly opens her eyes; her lips release an audible pop as her
fingers exit. She looks down toward the clock on her screen and
says, ‘Its 11:45, lets go to lunch.’ While at the same time I’m
opening my phone and looking at the time, though I barely process
the action, my eyes are distracted at how her legs close and
magically cross. I look down the hall behind me and notice a
group approaching, they see me and ask if I want to join them at
the local texmex place.

‘Oh, nah, I’ve got other plans today. Thanks though’ Heather is
semi focused on her screen as she hits a few keys, then looks at
me hungrily. Her face unwavering with the group, its almost
obvious. Shit.

They leave through the front door as we awkwardly wait. ‘Your
truck, in ten minutes.’ She stumbles out the words, I nod briefly
watching her stand from her chair. The lycra skirt not falling
back to its intended length and she isn’t making any visible
effort to help it. She reaches for her long black coat and drapes
it over her shoulders, threading her arms through it. I turn to
head back to my desk for my coat, only to see her hike her skirt
up to her waist, fully exposing her shaved cunt behind the white
pantyhose.

‘Unbelievable.’ I thought as she begins buttoning the coat below
waist and all the way up to her bust. When I returned to the
front entrance she had already gone. The coat I had was a
godsend, helping to hide the still massive bulge in my pants, on
top of that the pre-cum stain that had started to form on the
inner side of my thigh. I arrive at the parking garage and see
her waiting near the stairs, coat fully buttoned to above her
bust, She looked completely normal, as opposed to the apparent
sex crazed girl I’d just witnessed. That bastard coat was
concealing what I knew was soaking, and wet, and waiting for me.
Approaching her I get a small peek on my cheek, ‘We’ve only got
an hour. Lets go.’ She leads me up the stairs to where my parking
spot is, as we round up the stairs she lefts the tail of her
coat, exposing her hose covered ass and pussy to me, three
flights of this. Smell great, looks great, but torture!

I open the passenger door of my truck and help her in; Heather
making no attempts to hide her soaking crotch from my view. To
think, two days ago this woman was professional, respected, and
now I find that she is a wanton nymph with an insatiable desire.
Her lust is in the air, her crotch not a foot from my face, fully
exposed behind her hose. I give in and dive down, barring my face
in her sex. Her legs wrap around my head, her hands pulling me
in, suffocating me in my favorite thing, pantyhosed pussy.

My face was visibly wet after coming up for just a moment. My
nose with a bead of pussy juice dripping from the apex. I burry
my face again, one hand resting on her lower back countered by my
other bracing against the jamb of my truck. Her back concaves as
she leans back, arching her sex to me. I play with her clit
through the nylon crotch, sucking and teething before she orgasms
in my face, a subtle blast of fresh cum over saturating the
fabric. ‘So this is the lunch you intended?’ I smile looking up
at her, beard feeling like I just got out of the shower. She was
breathing hard, back arching with her pelvis inching toward my
face and invitingly opened her legs further. I took the offering
with the reward of her gasping breath and animalistic moans. The
cloth of her coat and my chair looked like someone dumped a
gallon of water on them, or more accurately pussy juice. The
fabric between her legs was perfectly outlining her sex, warping
around her
proud lips and even her excided clit.

After twenty minutes of ‘lunch’ she was limp, still resting her
head on the median console, arms out stretched into the drivers
seat, legs splayed for half the parking garage to see, but mostly
me. I grabbed a picnic towel from the back seat and wipe my face
clean, except for my mustache, the smell is just too good. I help
her re-cross her legs and actually fully enter the vehicle for
the first time. By the time I’m in the seat and putting the keys
in she is fumbling with my zipper and freeing my strained cock. A
stringy trail of pre-cum grasping from my dick holes and my
slacks. ‘Oh,’ she mouths, looking at my cock for the first time.
‘I love commando, but I’ve never had a cock with piercings.’

Heather opens her hot mouth as an outstretched tongue retrieves
some of my homemade protein and looks back, softly touching the
metal in my cock. ‘It looks painful?’ I smile, pausing the action
of starting the car. ‘What’s this one called?’ She asks pointing
to the one in my head, ‘Apadrayva, and the other one is a
dolphin.’ I say matter of factly, ‘Do they hurt? Or did?’ she
stumbles the words out, apprehensive of what she didn’t expect to
find. ‘The apadrayva wasn’t pleasant, but the dolphin wasn’t too
bad.’ I say pointing to it, ‘They don’t bite. Promise.’ I say
noticing her apprehension.

She readjusts her self in the seat before engulfing her mouth on
my cock. She is slow and delicate, feminine; her tongue probing
my piss hole, then the piercing south of it, softly sucking and
turning her head around the impaling pole. Her mouths suction
slowly and seductively increasing as she consumes my girth.

Hot air pouring from her nose and into my crotch as she focuses
on her up-and-down motions, slurping and drooling excessively;
softly moaning as her tongue becomes more comfortable wrapping
the versatile muscle around my blood engorged cock. I lean back a
little in the chair and reach around to her ass, slipping my hand
down between the tight encasing nylon. Closing my eyes and
relaxing to the experience, by the time my hand wonders down
between her pantyhose and pussy, I find that she already has a
busy hand working fingers feverishly. I work two fingers side by
side to hers into her tight cunt for a moment before gently
working them into her even tighter asshole.

Heather let out a long relieving moan from her stuffed mouth
still pulsing up and down. ‘I want you to cum in there.’ She
breaks off my cock for a moment to look into my eyes, the
seriousness of the lust fully enforced. She arched her back
forcing her ass up, pulling my finger deeper into her tight ass.
I bend down and look into her eyes before locking lips with her
for another passion filled kiss. Somehow I managed to start the
car with my left hand; while the right was busy-bound between her
pantyhose and probing her ass. She went back to sucking on my
cock, slurping around the meat and metal, occasionally playing
with the jewelry.

I managed to shift gears with one hand and drive a short distance
to behind an abandoned grocery store all while working another
finger into her ass. I got out of the truck and was greeted by
the cold December air and her grabbing my hand and sucking on the
fingers that were just buried in her asshole. At this point the
cab was full of our sexual heat, so the cold made a statement on
me. She moved over to my seat and spread her legs, letting her
ass hang slightly off the chair and exposing her hairless pussy
to through the nylon. I propped her legs over my shoulders and
pulled her soaked pantyhose down just enough to get my cock in
her ass. Her eyes were full of lust, her lips were perked and
waiting. I rubbed my cock between the wet folds of her pussy, my
jewelry rubbing over her clit and sending a chill up her spine
forcing her to close her eyes in bliss.

‘Oh god, please put it in.’ she utters; her arms propped behind
her. I position my cock at the entrance of her rosebud and slowly
apply pressure; a small smile forming on her lips with the added
pressure. Heather relaxed her anus around me, slowly drawing me
in. Within minutes her hot tight opening is wrapped around me,
milking my cock as I hold in her, letting her adjust to me. My
cock implanted to the base, my balls and pelvis sweating and
drenched in her pussy juice flowing down between us. I made
conscious effort to rub my face on her nylon, kissing her calves
and massing her thighs as I started to pump into her bowels. She
expertly massages my cock within her guts, relaxing then pulling
me back in, applying tight pressure to my member. In about the
same amount of time it took for me to enter and adjust I was
filling her ass with cum. The kissing on the legs slowed as I
caressed her calf with my cheek lovingly. I stayed in her what
felt like an
eternity, continually cuming as her ass continued to milk me. By
the time my eyes opened I saw that sultry look in her grey eyes,
still staring me down.

‘We’ve got ten minutes.’ She said with a frown. I slowly pulled
out of her, feeling her ass grip me even tighter and tighter. As
my piercings ran over her anus she beamed a smile, ‘I LOVE that.’
I laughed, ‘Which part?’

‘Yum.’ She moved a hand from under her and grabbed my cock,
pushing it effortlessly into her wet cunt; her muscles
instinctively grabbing at my still hard cock. I bottomed out in
her again while she pinched the two opposite waistbands of her
pantyhose together granting me unrestrictive access to her fuck
hole. More than ten minutes later I was filling her pussy with
cum and she was slamming down, bucking against me to easily her
fifth orgasm since I entered her. I slid my now deflating cock
out of her pussy followed by a small trail of cum. She flung her
hand down to catch what was escaping and cupped it up. “mmm,
Lunch.” Pouring the contents into her hungry mouth, licking her
hand and fingers clean.

‘Nice.’ I bent down and maneuvered under the crotch of her
pantyhose still bound at her thighs and buried my face for the
first time into her exposed hairless hole. Her legs falling down
my back, her five inch heels imbedding into my back. I sucked on
her pussy lips, taking her entire sex into my mouth, running my
tongue up her vacuumed slit that is suctioned between my lips;
drinking our fun in. She let go of the clamp she had on the hose
and pulled them over my head while I was still sucking her.
Sucking Heather dry wasn’t even possible, every time I sucked I’d
get a very fresh mouthful of her cum mixed with a little of mine.

‘Shit,’ she said, ‘Look at the time, We have to get back!’ I
looked up at her deflated body, my head still trapped with my
mouth locked on her cunt and bound by her hose, her eyes gazing
at the clock displaying that we were at least 20 minutes late. I
gave her juicy pussy one last lick before she let me go. She
pulled her pantyhose back over her exposed self then pulled her
dress down in an attempt at modesty before crawling back over to
the passenger seat while I put my cock back in my pants and
jumped into the drivers seat.

‘I’ve got a little treat for you when we get back to the office.’
She said teasingly as we arrived at my parking spot and got out.
‘Oh yeah?’

‘Yep’ she offered cutely, beaming a smile as we walked opposite
paths back to the office.