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viceobscene: Demeure toujours aisément accessible pour Lui, selon Ses envies, quelque soit la tenue adoptée, imposée … Very hot…
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There’s just nothing like a great pair of pantyhose.
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Ah, the joys of ripping pantyhose. :)
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delectabledeviants: A work weekend, a national celebration of the company over the past year. The boss was drunk, or so I thought, asking for help to her room - which is when her mood changed. She asked me if I masturbated, then laughed, adding “of course you do”. She then quizzed if I’d ever thought of her, looking into a reaction I tried to hide behind blushes. As to whether she read that as me having pleasured myself from thoughts of her, or that I was unsure what to do in this situation, I couldn’t tell.  She told me she’d never cheat on her husband, before removing her dress and laying back on the couch nestled at the back of her suite. The dress revealed no bra, no underwear, just tights. She beckoned me over and told me to stand.  She began rubbing the nylon into her clit, pushing it a little between her lips, enough to get the material sticky, then back up to teasing it around her throbbing hood again. This carried on for a good minute or so, she with her eyes closed, lost in the sensations, before opening them - looking at me - then continuing to tease with deeper sighs, knowing she was being watched. She looked to the front of my suit. How could I not be ridged against the confines of my trousers, struggling under that against my boxers. She turned her fingers into her palms, and as if my cock was within her touch, started moving her hand up and down, watching the twitching reaction from between my thighs. Watching it as she continued, moving her gaze upwards to drown in the mess she was making of me. She told me how much it turned her on to watch a man masturbate, and the thought of him cumming drove her insane with lust. She said she hoped i’d been thinking of her, and started to rub her other hand over her pantyhose again. Looked me dead in the eyes and said “I know you are now” As if controlled purely by desire I moved my hand over my suit and squeezed the ridge over the charcoal with thin white pinstripes. She was mesmerised, even before I let out a moan. “Play with it,” she begged. I undid my belt, unzipped and let my trousers fall. Pulled my boxers down a little and started to stroke over my cock, very delicately, in control of her, at least for the moment. Her touch over the nylons was more frantic, her mind clearly lost in something far more carnal. “More,” she begged - and I responded, doing what I wanted to all along and wanking for her, although slowly at first, letting her want more than she was getting. Letting her lose herself into watching the sticky pre-cum reach back over the head of my cock, letting it kiss my fingers. “Wank for me,” she pleaded and started fizzing her fingers over the front of the tights, my hand moving to similar speeds, fisted tight around my cock, watching her. Her other hand now back in the position of wanting to touch me, imagining she was masturbating me. It was then I took control. I moved closer to her. As her eyes panicked  I wished her “Shhh” and positioned the tip of my cock centimetres from her clit. I know she was imagining me touching against it, but I wouldn’t let her have that beyond the electric of wanting. As her eyes found mine again, she shook from the reaction on my face, looked down to see the front of her panyhose covered in wave after wave of hot cum. She looked to me again, as if to plead ‘why’ and ‘thank you’ in equal measure.  It was then I ordered her to “rub it in” She didn’t need telling twice, casting me looks of anger, mixed with submitting to absolute pleasure, as she frigged at her clit until she screamed so loudly they must have heard it corridors wide. I pulled my boxers back over my messy cock, the trousers back above. Threw her a final filthy look, and left. I wondered if she’d carried on playing the rest of the night, or had lost herself in shame. For the year that followed we only shared customary conversation, professional to the last. Yet it’s close to conference time again, and I wonder if thoughts of the year previous was making her as wet as it was making me hard.
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Oh, to be adored this way. :)
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Ecstasy…

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Mmmmm…want.
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sub-universe: OHMY! Wow…I think I’d die of pleasure. :)
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Hmmmm….I like that.
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mydarkerside: one… I’m really loving this spanking position. Gotta try that one…soon.
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