HOW I'D SUCK YOUR COCK

You’d be laying on the bed, your cock already hard in anticipation, under layers of luxury, shiny pantyhose and tights (each layer glossier than the previous one). I step into the room in my strappy high heels, fishnet tights layered over my satin deluxe gold tights and long sleeve, turtle necked black bum hugging leotard. The light in the room would reveal the shimmer on my ass, with every sway. I’d secretly smile to myself as I approach the mirror. I’d purse my lips as I open a packet of champagne-coloured stockings. The mirror would catch my tentative expression, just before I smooth the stockings over my head, caressing the high shine fabric the light catches on my face. I’d smooth my features, my cheek bones, my face, and my lips into compressed perfection. I’ve done this so many times. I lean over and press my encased lips against my reflection and kiss. I transfer the weight from one leg to the next, as I sway from left to right, giving you and amazing view of my ass. When I move to the left I say ‘Ooh’. When I move to the right I say ‘Ooh.’ I then take my long fringed copper wig, cut in a bob style and place it on my head. I turn around, arch my leg and place my hands on my hips as I observe you. I then smooth my hands down my side and over my thighs as I put my knees and thighs together, poke my ass out and shake my shoulders.
‘I fired somebody at work today and I feel soooo god!’ I say in such a sissy way that anyone would want to push their prick up my ass.
Anybody can wear a leotard and shiny tights, indeed you’ve seen so many bodies dressed this way, but here’s the thing: it’s MY body you’re looking at. It’s MY body you want. It’s ME you want, the ME whose xhamster profile you’ve been jerking off over for years before we started our affair. And what’s more I’m wearing my outfit for YOU. I’ve been smoothing tights and pantyhose over my legs and ass for years for YOU. YOU want me more than your partner or your wife or anyone you’ve ever fucked and I want you and YOUR COCK more than any other man I’ve dressed for and been fucked by. At the same time the way I will suck your cock, this ritual, is how I’ve always and will always suck the cock of my lover. It always gets results.
I crawl onto the bed and kneel between your legs and massage your hard cock through your skin tight pantyhose. Oh how your hard bulge shimmers in the light. My encased expression changes from lip-biting curiosity to a devilish smile as I delicately whisper the following things to you:
‘Is this cock hard because you’re wearing your partner’s tights or because of what I’m wearing? Or is it hard because like me, you fucking love cheating? I’m only with my boyfriend so I can cheat on him.’
I carefully look in your eyes to monitor your reaction as I trace my nylon lips along your shaft. For months you’ve been fucking my ass behind your partner’s back and I’ve been dressing like your slut as I take your cock up me, behind my boyfriend’s back. My antics, it thrills me to admit, have wrecked families and had me run out of small towns by jealous wives who never knew how to please their husbands. My obsession for pantyhose and Lycra led me once to having my face and body spunked on by a circle of men, as I writhed around, caressing and rubbing myself in masses pantyhose and panting, ‘Ooh tights! Tights! Tights! Tights!’
I kiss your glimmering length and your encased balls as my face shimmers with fascination at every sensation. ‘I could leave my guy for you,’ I say, ‘but the whole point of our affair is that I have him in order to cheat on. Behind his back. Oh my darling!’ I cry out, as I tug your pantyhose cock and press my hosed mouth over your bulbous knob, while my legs and heels playfully sway in the air. It feels especially good knowing how you love pressing your nose against my leotard encased arsehole.
‘I wish it were possible that I could stretch a condom over your face so I could ease your head up my arse while you head fuck me,’ I grin in between sucking your prick.
I always talk dirty to you and say the most disgusting things, anything YOU want me to say. I will say anything but I like to elaborate on it, and look in your eyes. My lust convinces you that I’m more slutty than anyone you’ve ever fucked and anyone you can imagine. I peel off the top layer of your pantyhose, and force your cock inside my mask so you can feel my naked mouth over your sheer length. While my face is between your thighs, while my angelic smile shimmers through my mask, while my eyes sparkle through the nylon into your eyes, you are completely pissed with lust. It’s easy to get you to admit fantasies you never even knew you had, such is the power of our lust. A smile plays on my lips as I tug your second layer of hose down. I take you cock in my hand and push it up against my cheek under my shiny stocking mask. I rub and stroke you cock from the outside as I close my eyes.
‘This is what real love is,’ I seethe, ‘…100% lust. Your cock doesn’t lie,’ I sigh, before pushing it into my mouth and hysterically bobbing up and down on you. ‘I love it when I call my loser boyfriend to cancel a date and seconds later call you to confirm our date.’ I suck and suck for ages.
I grip you cock and pull my mask over my face. The way I’m smiling is so carefree and blissful. Oh the joy of cheating! To think that my treacherous smile is because I cheat on everyone I’m with and I humiliate them behind their backs, just as I’d probably humiliate you. That you should suspect this makes you ejaculate violently all over my proud smile under my glossy mask. But for a moment, when you catch my eye, you know what real love and lust looks like. It’s exactly my expression when I’m sucking your cock through your tights, shiny and, oh I hope, smelly pantyhose. I crawl into your arms and grin proudly into my chest, feeling good that I fired someone, cheated on my boyfriend and sucked a real hard prick like yours.

(Please look in my album GLOSSLUST for a selection of my outfits)