Polly and Phil (Tights and Lycra Fetish) - Sex Stories

Polly and Phil (Tights and Lycra Fetish)

... tights, so it forms a glossy shape, near my arse. I bend over, bite my lip and put a finger between my lips like a naughty slut as Phil talks to his betrothed through my tights, to my arse, as Phil slowly rubs his leotard crotch. He tells the caller how busy he is. I motion Phil to lie down underneath me, as I stand over him, part my legs wide and slowly squat over him so my glossy arse is a couple of inches from his mouth as he carries on the conversation. I realise that if anyone could see me through the window it would look like I was doing something extremely disgusting to Phil but I did’t care. After a couple of minutes in this position I then slowly crawled on all fours towards the mirror, forcing Phil to follow me to talk to my arse as I head for the mirror. As Phil continues his conversation I began kissing my nylon reflection in the mirror, while moving my arse sensually. I turn around every so often and smile at Phil, and mouth ‘I want you.’ This goes on for 15 minutes before Phil takes the phone out of my tights, switches it off and throws it across the room. He then violently and passionately dry humps me against the mirror, his hips slapping my arse as I kiss and moan on my reflection. His face looks strained and determined as he bangs me harder. ‘Oh, oh, oh urgh, urgh, Phil, yeah aw yeah!’ I shout. Phil humps me so hard that my wig slips off and it only makes him go faster. I feel his encased hard cock hammer my nyloned arsehole, his hands gripping my glossy ...

... hips, his face so determined. Fuck it feels so good! ‘I have plans for you…Phil,’ I say in between deep breaths, panting and panting. With every hump and stroke Phil’s leotard stretches tighter against his cock and arse and the sound of Lycra on nylon friction, the swish, the swish sounds amazing. After a few minutes like this, Phil says he can’t take anymore and he must come. ‘Not until I’ve had your hard cock in me!’ I protest. I spin around and start gobbling and kissing his shiny blue leotard bulge, before pulling down his leotard, and then licking and sucking his bulging panties under his tights. I tear off his tights and his panties, roll them up and stuff them inside my stocking mask next to my right cheek, before I suck and gobble at his last layer of tights through my mask, taking his cock out and pushing it inside my mask so he fucks and humps my nylon hood, pushing his prick against the top of my stocking head. I take it in my mouth under my nylon mask and suck his hard cock, making my cheeks bulge, and in between running my mouth over his prick I task him to tell me who does he love, who does he want. ‘You Polly, oh fucking hell, YOU POLLY!’ ‘A-ha, yeah, a-ha Phil, ooh, ooh, I love it, I love it! In tights, tights! We’re actually wearing tightssss!’ The sight of me with Phil’s panties and tights inside my nylon mask, bulging against of one side of my face and my other cheek bulging with his cock is too much and as I release his prick he pipes and shoots his hot cream ...