Laiah was late for her introductory meeting at her new office with her newly hired personal assistant, Evan.  The promotion she had just received had been a godsend, but for the first time in her professional career, she had hired a personal assistant to help. Laiah was nervous. This wasn't really an introduction. Laiah and Evan had been associates at the same company previously and had partnered together on a very successful sales project. Laiah had been rewarded with a promotion; Evan was reassigned to a different department. She hadn't seen Evan since their project was successfully completed and she was promoted. She was concerned how it affected him, if he held any ill will towards her over the decision. She regretted her absent-minded comment she had made in the vicinity of their superiors at their office sales wrap party, when she casually mentioned how Evan had brought a bottle of wine to their last late night meeting and had made advances, such as casually removing her heels and proceeding to give her a sensual foot massage without her consent. Evan was anything but nervous. He had been absolutely infatuated with Laiah since working so closely with her and jumped at the opportunity for a lateral position to become her personal assistant. He still remembered the late nights in her office, the glasses of red wine, how she would dangle her pump from her nyloned foot and sometimes please him by letting him massage her feet after a particularly hard day and other forms of flirty teasing that only drove him more and more crazy and filled him with lustful desire.

She pulled into the small lot for the office and saw that Evan, as always, had arrived early and was waiting for her outside. She had always loved his punctuality and she valued this highly in a personal assistant. She parked her car, quickly gathered her belongings and walked towards him. Evan immediately noticed that same sexy swaying motion she had when they first met. As always, she was dressed professionally, but sexy - something Evan adored about her. She was wearing a light purple blouse, the shortest possible "work appropriate" black mini skirt imaginable, and black open-toed pumps. This was going to be an impossible meeting to stay focused, he thought to himself.

He caught a glimpse of the shimmer of the sun off of her gorgeous legs as she walked through the parking lot to the office. His heart was on fire - as always, she was wearing luscious nude pantyhose.

He could already feel himself growing hard in his pants. He gazed  at her gorgeous face as she approached and smiled as he opened the door for her. "Thank you, Evan," she said with a smile. "You're welcome! It's so good to see you again," he said to her. With her hands full, she appreciated his chivalry, and he certainly didn't mind getting a lovely view of how her tight black skirt wrapped around her lusciously curvy ass and legs encased in gorgeously golden pantyhose. He took a quick glance at her feet - the seam of her nylons running perfectly across her toes painted hot pink and adorned with sparkles. Good fucking God, I want her, he thought to himself. "You too! Jeez, what's it been, like eight, nine months?" she asked. "Eleven, actually," he said, laughing to himself knowing he had been counting the days until he saw her again. She realized she could cease any awkwardness by offering an apology for what had happened. "Evan, I just wanted you to know I'm sorry I said what I said, when and where I said it. I was drunk and being stupid and loud and had no idea..." Evan interrupted her, "Laiah, don't even worry about it. Everything worked out. You're obviously doing well, and look, we're working together again! Just like old times." She smiled and shifted in her seat uneasily, as this time, it was different. They had been associates. She was now Evan's boss, and as unprofessional as she privately felt his past advances had been on occasion, she always welcomed them. But now she felt his obvious but still hidden desires for her even more strongly, and was beginning to feel a strange and exciting new sense of domination and control.  A primal and carnal urge she felt slowly flowering inside of her.

She led him down a long hallway toward the back of the building where the conference room was located. "Anyone else here today?" Evan asked. "No, not today! I made sure we had the building to ourselves so we could just kind of be able to focus cos it gets kinda crazy sometimes when everyone is here." Laiah opened the door to the conference room and led Evan to the large desk in the middle of the room, to the left of a couch situated parallel against the wall. "You can just have a seat wherever!  I'll just get my laptop setup for the presentation." Evan took the seat closest to the door and laid his bag by the chair. He took a seat "Ahhh, just going to kick these off now," she said, as she seductively removed her left heel by hand and twisted her ankle to dangle off the right heel off of her foot. Jesus, does she have any fucking idea how much shit like that turns me on?, he thought, his cock hardening, his heart racing. He tried futilely to remain focused on the task at hand - a slide presentation of potential office spaces with which Laiah had hoped to expand the company too by the following fall. Laiah took the seat closest to the right of Evan, sat down and crossed her legs, right over left. This afforded Evan a perfect view out of the corner of his eye of her sexy, nyloned foot. To his excitement, he even detected a slight musty but not at all unpleasant smell since she had removed her heels, an intoxicating odor he instantly recognized as hers from the foot massage he had given her last year.

She looked up at him and smiled. "So, are you ready to start?" she asked. "Yeah, sure," he replied. "I've got a great presentation for you." He began the presentation, and Laiah watched him intently.

As Evan spoke about various features and layouts of each space, Laiah's eyes would occasionally drift from the slides to the computer screen to look at Evan.

She noticed his eyes were locked on her feet. She knew what he was thinking- and why he was looking there. It was because he wanted to smell them again. She knew she smelled good.

She always smelled good. And her scent was only getting stronger as his presentation. She loved this feeling of being under his scrutiny. The scent of her feet lingered in the air and in his nostrils. And she knew it turned him on. Evan was having trouble concentrating on the slides. His mind kept wandering to thoughts of Laiah's feet and what he had long fantasized doing to them. It annoyed him - this habit of hers of removing her high heels and showcasing her always perfectly pedicured toes, and always clad in nylon, never barefoot. What was she trying to do? What did she want?

Was she trying to tease him? Or was she simply trying to make him jealous? He knew he was a bit of a pervert and had a kinky side that he'd been unable to explore, he'd had a nylon and foot fetish since he was 18, and he also knew that he wasn't alone. And he definitely wasn't the only one who found her attractive. He hated when she did this, but he also loved it. He loved that she was constantly teasing him with her feet. He loved the fact that she knew exactly what she was doing to him. She knew he couldn't help but stare.

But she didn't care. In fact, she loved it. She knew he wanted her. He just needed a push to go after her. She was waiting for him to come out of his shell. To finally take the plunge.

But he was too afraid. Too scared to actually act on his desires. So she decided to take matters into her own hands. She'd give him a little nudge. And she was going to make sure that he took it.

As he continued talking, Laiah began to subtly move her legs around and rub them together, the purr of the friction of the fabric of her pantyhose, spreading them apart ever so slightly and seductively so that he could see more of her. She knew he was enjoying it.

She could tell by the very noticable bulge beginning to form in his pants. She moved her legs closer together, then farther apart, then closer together, then farther apart. She slowly started to grind her thighs together.

The sound of her nylon against nylon was becoming louder. He could feel himself getting harder. He tried to concentrate on the slides, but he couldn't stop watching her. She knew how much he liked this. He couldn't take it anymore. "I'm sorry, I just, I know this sounds weird, but could you maybe put your shoes back on?" he begged. "Oh my God!" turning flush and embarrassed. "I'm so sorry, do my feet smell?" "No, I mean yes," he stammered, embarrassed. "No, they don't smell, I mean, ugh, yes they do. They smell fucking intoxicating. They smell like sex," he said, having his confidence. "I want you, Laiah. I  want to fuck you so hard on this table and that couch and every fucking chair in this office. I want to rip your pantyhose off and I want your feet around my cock. I want to taste you. I want to smell your pussy. I. Want. You. Now."

Laiah's heart skipped a beat. She was not expecting that. And he was serious! After every time she had fought to overcome her sexual urges and erotic desires, this time she wasn't going to hold back. She'd let him have her. She'd let him have her feet. She'd let him have her pussy. She'd let him have every inch of her body.She smiled and giggled. "Oh, wow! You're a kinky boy, aren't you?" slowly standing up and walked sexily toward him."You have no idea how kinky I am," he admitted, somewhat nervously. "And I'm not gonna lie, I will do anything you tell me to do," he promised her.

Anything?" she asked. "Yes, anything. I'll eat your pussy. I'll lick your feet. I'll suck your toes. I'll finger your ass. I'll fuck you in every position you can possibly imagine." he told her,  almost now whimpering with lust. "You can touch me anywhere you want. You can kiss me anywhere you want. You can suck my dick any way you want. You can fuck me any way you want. "

Laiah smiled and walked closer to until she stood right next to him. He could feel her body heat. Her scent. His dick was now rock hard and throbbing. She reached down and gave it a little tickle through his pants with her fingernails. He moaned loudly, which excited her. She'd never had a man who made much noise while playing with him. "Mmmm, I think I like a man who's not afraid to make a little noise, did that feel good?" "Yes," he whimpered. "Oh, good,"she said, giving him a soft and sweet  little kiss. "Because," she said before stopping to deliver a longer and more passionate kiss, "We're going to do a lot of things to you that feel good." She tasted as delicious as he had imagined and fantasized.

He felt his dick twitch again. "Oh, God," he moaned. "What are you thinking about?" she asked, smiling. "Your lips, your tongue, your teeth. Your mouth," he answered, breathing heavily. "Yeah? How about my wet pussy and having my legs wrapped around you while you fuck me?" "Yes, yes, oh my fucking God, yes," He felt his dick get even harder. She pulled away from him. "Now, where were we?" she asked, smiling. "You were about to get fucked, I think." He nodded his head. "Well, since I'm your boss, I'm calling the shots, understand?" Again, he nodded. "My rules," she said pausing to deliver her sweetest, most passionate kiss yet, "my way." "Yes, Laiah," he  agreed, as if stuck in some erotic trance.

She kissed him one last time. He moved in closer to her as she began to move away. She cupped her hand to his mouth. "No," she scolded him. He got a confused look in his eye. "You don't kiss me, I kiss you, understand?" she said as she uncupped her hand from his mouth and walked over and sat on the table and seductively crossed her legs. "Take off your clothes, slowly." she commanded him. "Yes, Laiah," he replied.

He slowly untied and undid his tie and dropped it to the ground and began taking off his shirt. He smiled at her as he slowly and seductively unbuttoned himself. She watched him intently. She had never experienced this type of control over a man before. As each button on his shirt came undone, she was rewarded with a better view of his well chiseled abs and beautiful toned chest. "Oh my," she gasped and giggled. "I don't think I ever noticed how yummy you were," she panted. He couldn't help but to laugh. He was enjoying this moment as much as he could. Never before had he been in such an uncompromising and arousing sexual situation.

He was loving every second of it. He wanted to please her so badly. "I want you naked," she demanded. "Yes, Laiah," he replied. He leaned against the wall to untie and take off his shoes, but not his socks, curiously, she thought. She continued to watch him slowly take off his shirt and then reach for his belt buckle. She knew what was coming next, she hornily thought to herself. She has no idea what is coming next, he nervously thought to himself. Per her wishes, he slowly unbuckled his belt and then unzipped his pants. Defying her orders of slowly removing them, he flung them down to his feet with force.

She watched as they fell to the floor. He stepped out of them and kicked them aside. He was gently trembling with sexual ecstasy. He looked at her with lustful abandon, rubbing his throbbing hard cock and moaned. "...like what you see?" he asked. She was speechless. Everything she was seeing was completely new to her. It felt... exhilarating. She had never before experienced a more sudden and carnal burst of erotic energy flow through every part of her body, from head to toe. The golden and silky nylon wrapped around his toned, muscular ass, his impeccably hard cock, the tip of its  head now wet and glistening, and flowed down his long tanned legs like wrapping paper. Her stunned silence was terrifying him. What was she thinking? Did I just fuck this up completely?  His mind raced. This was, after all, the very first time he had ever worn pantyhose in front of a woman.

"That is... sooo... fucking hot, oh my God," she whispered. She stood up from sitting on the desk and slowly and seductively approached him. "I've never seen anything like that. I guess you weren't fucking with me when you said you were kinky," she panted, while tickling his twitching cock through his pantyhose. With each gentle tickle from her fingernail, his cock would twitch and bulge against the tight nylon, causing him to moan, which greatly amused her. He was still shaking. "I didn't know," he was barely able to enunciate between the  soft tickles of his cock and the soft moans that would follow. "I love it," she whispered, and gave him a gentle kiss on the lips. She stepped away from him to take another look at his nyloned body and was mesmerized by the sight of him. "Come here," she ordered, motioning to the couch against the wall. "Let's have some fun."

"Yes, Laiah," he obeyed. She led him to the sofa and turned to face him. He immediately reached out to touch her, but she slapped his hand away. "No touching," she ordered, genuinely annoyed. "Don't fucking touch me, don't fucking kiss me until I say you can, do you understand?" she said sternly. "Yes," he replied. He was surprised but aroused by her forcefulness. "I want you to sit down. And I want you to watch me. And I want you to play with yourself while you watch me. And I want you to stroke that big hard cock of yours through your pantyhose."

He did as she commanded, but was careful not to stroke himself too hard. He could already feel himself getting close and did not want to lose control and accidentally and potentially make a mess in his pantyhose. He fixed his eyes on her gorgeous body and her hypnotic blue eyes as she began to disrobe. He had waited and fantasized this moment for so long. There was still a part of him that couldn't believe what was happening. Her lavender blouse was unbuttoned and discarded revealing her amazingly perky breasts couched in a tight black bra. She brought her arms behind her back as if to unbutton herself, but stopped. "Oh, umm, I think I'll wait," she teased and giggled. "Because... I think... what you want to see... even more than my titties," she purred, "is this," as she turned around and bent over, slowly inching her skirt up past her hips and over her luscious, nyloned ass. She wasn't wearing panties underneath, the seam of her hose running down and perfectly parallel to her crack. "Oh, yes," he whimpered. She slowly pushed her skirt back down and unzipped. She slid it down over her ass, past her hips, down her thighs and to her feet.

He stopped stroking himself to simply admire the deliciously sexy body in front of him. She gently kicked aside her blouse and skirt, dropped to her hands and knees and crawled slowly to him, like a jungle cat ready to pounce on its helpless prey. "I didn't say you could stop stroking your cock." His heart was pounding. With every stroke of his cock, he felt closer to a climax, and she hadn't even taken him inside of her. She positioned herself on the floor in front of him on the sofa, between his legs, and  slowly slipped his socks off his feet. The friction of the nylon rubbing against his throbbing cock began to produce a juicy goo, and a large wet spot had begun to form in his pantyhose. She was checking off every one of his fantasies one by one now. It would've been pointless telling her what to do anyway. She was firmly in control of him, and she would have her way with him.  She seemed to be reading his mind, as no sooner as his wanton craving to have his toes sucked appeared in his mind, she had gently picked up his left foot, cradled it in her hands, and took his nyloned toes into her soft wet mouth. His eyes bulged, and he immediately stopped stroking. Nothing had or even could have prepared him for the new sensations of erotic pleasure that were exploding through his body. He never imagined this would ever feel this good. "Oh my fucking God, that feels so good, please don't stop," he begged her.

"I know it feels good," she snapped back. "Now shut up... sit back... and relax," she purred in between licks and nibbles of his toes. She licked from the side of his big toe along the side of his arch, then from heel to toes along the bottom of his foot, now suitably soaked with her spit. He had held his eyes tightly closed enjoying his foot worship. When he finally opened them, he was thrilled to see she had stealthily removed her bra and her succulent gorgeous breasts were now dancing in front of him. They were perfect; perfectly proportioned to her chest and well-figured, curvy body featuring deliciously succulent and erect nipples raised like mountain peaks. He could not wait to touch them, to feel them, to take them into his mouth, rub some oil on his cock and slide it between them, if she would let him, of course.

"You're not allowed to cum yet," she said matter-of-factly, "not until I tell you." Fucking impossible, he thought. He had already been close to orgasm several times. Not content with only worshipping one of his feet, she took his right foot into her mouth, and performed all of the same kinky pleasures for him to enjoy, this time with a twist - she used her teeth to tear the seam of his pantyhose and ripped it open, pull one the nylon back over his foot and exposing his bare toes. From her personal sexual experiences, she much preferred bare feet. She knew it was in between the toes where the most powerful and erotic pleasure centers were. She continued to suck each toe individually, pausing to lick gently but rapidly in between each one. This action of hers caused the loudest and most involuntary moans from him so far. "Did you fucking cum?" she snapped, mistaking his sexually emotive screams of lust for an orgasm. "No, but please, please..." he whimpered, catching his breath. "Please what?" she asked. "Please, please let me fuck you. I want to fuck you. Please, I don't want to cum and I'm so fucking close," he begged her. He desperately wanted to fuck her, but knew she wouldn't allow it until he had properly worshipped her body. She just laughed, licked from his heel to his to the ball of his foot, gave his big toe a big sumptuous French kiss, and said, "But I'm not even close to being done playing with you."

He couldn't believe his ears. Her words were so hot, so seductive, so arousing, he knew he'd never be able to resist her, not that he wanted to. He couldn't believe how badly he wanted to cum, but she wasn't going to give him permission to do so.

She stood up, crawled on top of him in a cowgirl position and straddled his lap, her hot and wet pussy pressed against the bulge in his pantyhose, and she ground her hips against  it. She kissed him sensually, and panted "This is going to be a long night, my little boy toy." And with that, she slid back down to his leg and kissed her way up his thigh, stopping at his crotch to give his balls a quick lick. "Aww, that's so sad," she said, laughing, "it's just trapped in there," she said rubbing his nylon encased cock. "I think he wants to come out and play," she said, using her fingernail to rip a hole and release his massive cock from its nylon constraints. She had always been aroused, intoxicated, absolutely ignited by the fragrant smell of a man's cock in heat, and his was particularly musty and ripe. She started at his balls, ripping his pantyhose further to unleash them, and licking her way from the base of his shaft slowly up to the tip of his cock, using her thumb and middle finger to pinch up his shaft and oozing a single small squirt of his cum. She wiped it off from the tip with her fingers, looked up at him, and put her fingers in his mouth. He licked his cum off of her fingers and continued to suck on them as she finally and belatedly took his meaty and muscular 9-inch cock into her mouth, inch by inch. "Oh my fucking God," he gasped. It was going to take everything he had not to cum until she said he could. Her mouth felt amazing

She loved sucking cock, and his was delicious, nor did she mind taking her time enjoying every inch off what he had to offer; the prolonged anticipation of having it inside of her pussy was making her tremble. Her clit was soaking through her pantyhose. She stroked his cock with her hand, teasing the head with her tongue. She looked him in the eyes, and covered his cock with a generous wad of spit, stroking him vigorously. His loud moans of erotic pleasure were driving her crazy. "Fuck yeah, let me know good it feels," she commanded him. She took him back into her mouth, and her tongue danced and twisted in tornado circles around his cock, the most amazing sensation he had felt so far.

She sucked hard and fast, bobbing her head up and down, her lips squeezing tightly around his cock, and she could feel it begin to twitch and jerk. He could feel the pressure building within his balls, and he knew he was about to explode. "Stop, stop, please stop, I'm gonna cum," he gasped. "Oh no, you fucking don't," she barked as she stopped sucking. "Don't cum. Don't you dare fucking cum until I tell you. Why can't you fucking listen to me? Stand up," she ordered him, getting up to stand. "Whaaat?" he asked, still in a dazed stupor from the best head he'd ever had in his life. "Stand the fuck up, you heard me," she demanded. Still dazed, he slowly stood up. "Come here," she said softly, as she put her hands on both cheeks of his ass and pressed his body into hers. She sensually licked up the right side of his neck and nibbled his cheek. She gently kissed both of his eyes, followed by three quick but lusciously wet and passionate kisses on his lips.

These sensual and tender flourishes of hers made him crazy. The way she was so dominating, yet such a gentle and tender lover. She began stroking his cock as she continued to kiss him. She smiled and said, "You know what I think? I think... you'd really like... to have something... something to suck on while I'm sucking your cock," she said, pausing between kisses. "Yes, please, yes," he whimpered, nodding. "Yeah? Lay down, on the floor," she demanded. "Can I keep jacking my dick," he pleaded. "Yes, please do," she said with a giggle and smiled.

He laid down slowly on the carpeted floor in front of the sofa. She had him exactly where she wanted him now, the position she felt she could truly dominate him and and facilitate all of his most erotic desires. She bent down, hovered her head over his cock, and sprayed a drizzle of spit from her mouth, massaging the shaft of his cock up and down with the bottom of her nyloned foot. He moaned in pleasure."Yeah?" she cooed. "Does that feel good? Tell me how fucking good that feels," she demanded from him. "Feels so fucking good," he panted. He used his fingers to gather some of her spit off of his cock and put them in his mouth to taste her. "Oh, you like my spit? Huh? You like tasting my spit? Do you want to drink my spit, huh, you kinky little fucker?" she teased. She bent down to his mouth, which was already open and waiting for his gift. "Beg for it," she whispered. "Please. Pleeeease," he begged he. "Mmmm, good boy," she said, and seductively drizzled a generous portion into his mouth. This excited him so much, he defied her orders, and lifted his head up further to kiss her. She accepted this, and she enjoyed it, this little willful disobeying of her orders, tasting herself in his mouth. Nonetheless, she grabbed his mouth and scolded him, "Did I fucking say you could  kiss me? Put your head down." She stood up and turned around, squatting down in a reverse cowgirl position on top of him and pressed her luscious ass and wet pussy against his chest, and raised her soft, perfectly pedicured feet to his face, wiggling her toes in her pantyhose as he began to lick and suck them.

Her pussy felt sopping wet on his chest and her feet tasted delicious, treating each of her succulent toes to every oral pleasure she had performed on him, and he was now absolutely overwhelmed from the intoxicating aromas wafting into his nostrils from her feet, ass, and pussy. He almost didn't even notice she had taken his cock back into her mouth. She sucked and stroked him as she played with his balls, stopping only to apply more handfuls of spit and stroke him. She sucked him with such force and speed, she began gagging herself on his cock, only releasing him for air, as spit and drool seeped from her mouth all over his cock. Yet again, he was extremely close to orgasm. He stopped sucking her toes and moaned, "Laiah. Laiah, please," he pleaded with her. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, I'm gonna cum, please stop, please!" he begged, but to no avail. It was time for him to cum, she had declared in her mind. She could feel him beginning to release, the tremors exploding through every inch of his body, his loud moans and erotic wails reaching a fever pitch. He screamed in sexual pleasure as he finally unleashed his thunderous seed, his body writhing and squirming beneath hers. She had not released him for the duration of his skull rattling orgasm, and took every last drop of his hot, milky white cum into her mouth. She carefully slid her mouth off of his still twitching cock, keeping careful care of its contents in her mouth and turned around to reposition herself on top of him. She looked in his eyes, used her fingers to rub some juice from her clit and put them in his mouth. He hornily sucked and licked her wet fingers. Removing them from his mouth, she brought her lips to his and slowly dribbled every last drop of his hot cum into his mouth.

She kissed him deeply and passionately,  his delicious cum dancing around their tongues, what wasn't swallowed by him dripping from both corners of his mouth. She finished kissing him, slowly pulling her lips from his, with a single strand of cum still connecting them. She wiped it from her mouth with her fingers, and licked them, smiled at him and purred, "That was fun, wasn't it?" He couldn't even move, much less speak as he lay motionless in a state of sexual bliss. He had just experienced the hottest, kinkiest, most erotic sex of his life.

"Now it's your turn," she said. "What?" he asked, still dazed and collecting himself. "I said now it's your turn," she said, kissing him. "I want you to do... all those dirty things... you've wanted to do to me. I want you... to eat my pussy... and fuck me however... and wherever... you want," she moaned in between passionate kisses to him, straddling him and rubbing her hot wet clit on his chest.

"I want  your pussy... I'm going to make you cum so fucking hard," he whispered, feeling his cock begin to stir again. She giggled, "Good, because that's exactly what I want too."

They made out intensely for several minutes, their bodies beginning to glisten with sweat. Rolling around and on top of each other in unbridled passion, before she broke away and crawled up his body. "Come here and put your pussy on my face. I can smell it all over my body," he hornily demanded.

She grinned and got up on her hands and knees, looking down at him and then back at her pussy. She put her hands to her crotch and easily ripped a hole in her drenched pantyhose over her sopping  wet clit, literally dripping onto his chest. She lowered her pussy onto his face, smothering him with her juices, the scent of her arousal filling his nostrils. He inhaled deeply, taking in the scent of her juices, and lapped at her slit. She moaned wildly, grinding on his face, as he feasted on her, pressing his hands to her ass and pulling her hips to his face. "Yes! Yes! Oh my fucking God, yes!" she screamed, rubbing her clit with her fingers. His cock rock hard once again and throbbing, he moaned, "You taste so fucking good." "Does my pussy taste good, huh? You like eating my pussy through my pantyhose?" she teased. Feeling brave and completely uninhibited, he began to rub her asshole with his fingers. This surprised and excited her, and she moaned loudly, "I love it when you play with my ass," she gasped out of breath, grinding harder and faster on his face. He pulled her pantyhose aside, exposing her tight asshole, and  he inserted his middle and ring finger inside of her ass. "Oooo, you dirty fucker," she yelled, laughing.

He pushed them deeper into her ass and fingered her as she screamed in pleasure,  removing them briefly only to rub some of her oil on his throbbing cock as a lubricant and beginning to stroke. Moaning and wailing in sexual ecstacy, she was on the verge of orgasm. "Don't fucking stop fingering my ass," she yelled, "Ohhhh, I'm gonna cuuuuuuum..." screaming from the top of her lungs as she reached an incredible climax, her legs quivered and shook violently, her ass clenched tightly around his fingers, and she continued to scream, "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Ohhhhhhhh... yeeeeees! "as his face was absolutely covered with a powerful squirt of her hot cum.

He kept fingering her ass until she stopped cumming, then withdrew his fingers and rubbed the rest of her cum all over her asshole and the inside of her thighs, and she quickly took them into her mouth, sucking them clean. "Oh my God," he exclaimed, "you're so fucking kinky, I fucking love it." Without hesitation, she put her fingers in his mouth to share her flavor. "How does that fucking taste? That's my fucking ass," she taunted and teased as he sucked them clean. "Tastes so fucking good," he moaned. He licked her cum and oil from his lips and demanded, "Turn around, I want you to suck my cock while I eat your ass."

"Mmmm, you know what I like," she moaned, turning around and sitting on his face, her ass right above his head. She tore his pantyhose more to rip the stocking from the panty, slid it down his legs and removed it. She held his stocking to her nose to smell and taste it, and slid it over his cock and began to suck him. "Ohhhhhhhh," he moaned in utter delight. He knew all too well how good that felt from his solo sexual experiments masturbating in pantyhose.

"Oh yeah, stick your fucking tongue in my ass," she moaned as she stroked his nyloned cock. He plunged his tongue deep into her asshole, licking and probing as she rode his face. "Ohhh, yeah, yeah, yeah, right there. Lick my ass, lick my pussy," she begged. He used both hands to spread her cheeks apart and used his fingers to widen her anus, which was now gaping. These anal pleasures were completely new to him, and not at all unwelcome. "You are one hot bitch," he complimented, "I can't get enough of your fucking body."

"Fuck me with your tongue, yeah, yeah, yeah, oh my fucking God, YES!," she screamed. He arched his head higher and plunged his tongue as deep as he could into her ass. She continued to ride his face as he licked her ass and pussy, and he brought her to another raging orgasm, shaking uncontrollably. "Ohhhhh, oh yeah, fuck, I'm cumming again!" she cried out as she came hard,  showering his face and chest with her juices for the second time. She wanted him to cum again. She wanted to actually see his creamy white load explode through the nylon, and feel his body contortions underneath hers.

But she knew he was in charge this time. His rules. His way. She pulled herself off of his face and turned around, lowering her face to his cock. She opened her mouth wide, and engulfed his cock, sliding her lips down his shaft and slowly bobbing her head up and down. "I want you to cum. Please? I wanna see you cum, and see your face, I wanna see how much you enjoy it, please, bay bee," she begged him. She needn't have worried, as the nylon she had wrapped around his cock was providing added pleasure and he was already close to a climax. "Yes, bay bee, yeah, yeah, oh fuck, yeah, yeah," he moaned and wailed. She sucked him until he cried out that he on the verge of cumming, she pulled his cock out of her mouth and stroked him as hard as she could, until she watchedhe unleashed his most potent load of cum into the stocking, the nylon friction against the tip of his cock during orgasm creating unbelievable sensations that radiated throughout his body, causing him to shout in pleasure. His body writhed and contorted under hers as she milked him for every last drop, then slowly slid the stocking off of his cock, brought it to her face and into her mouth.

She savored every bit of his cum, taking in each salty droplet before swallowing it. She licked the remaining cum from the nylon, and took the stocking back to her nose to smell and taste it. "Mmmm, you taste so fucking good bay bee," she purred, "and you smell amazing," rubbing his cum and spit soaked stocking all over her body and on his face. She cleaned him up and gave him a sensual kiss, tasting his cum mixed with the taste of her ass. "Now, let's get up here and do some more," she said.

He couldn't believe what he was hearing. More? He was absolutely spent and exhausted, absolutely overloaded with lustful pleasures and wholly fulfilled erotic desires. He was slow to move and was still recovering, when she demanded, "Ok, enough fucking around, I want your fucking cock inside me now. Come on, get the fuck up."

He slowly sat himself up on the floor and against the sofa. He wiped the sweat, cum, and her oil from his face, sucked on his fingers, and rubbed his hand on his cock. "Please," he begged her, still out of breath, "just give me few minutes." She crouched down in front of him, kissed him, laughed, and said, "But you're not calling the shots anymore." She kissed him again and licked his neck up to his right cheek as he lustily and softly whimpered. "It's my turn again."

"Because..." she seductively continued as she rubbed and massaged his chest and body and kissed him hard. "...I need to feel... your cock in my pussy... and... if you're a good boy... maybe I'll let you fuck me... in my big... hot... tight... stinky  ass," she purred in between kisses, as he whimpered in lusty delight. "Yeah? Would you like that? I can already see your big cock is getting hard again. Do you like what I do to you, bay bee?"  she said, beginning to stroke him. "Fuck yeah," he whispered, and kissed her. "Mmmm, have I made all of your little kinky pantyhose fantasies come true?" she asked with a smile and giggled playfully, still stroking him. "Hmmm, almost," he said, laughing. "Well..." she said, licking his sweat and her cum of  his face and kissing him, "let's just see what we can do about that, huh?"  He pressed his exhausted body onto the sofa and lay back. "Sit your ass up," she ordered. He did as he was told, and she pulled the ripped remains of his pantyhose down over his cock, past his thighs down his legs, and slipped the remaining stocking off of his foot, with a lick and a kiss. "Here," she said handing them to him. She spit on his cock and ordered him,"Smell them. Smell them while I fuck you with my titties," sliding his cock in between them. He held his pantyhose to his face and inhaled deeply, enjoying every smell of their bodies. She tickled the head of his cock with her tongue and showered her chest with more spit for lubrication and continued sliding his cock in between her tits, her quarter sized nipples erect and hard as she primed his cock for her dripping wet pussy. "Oh, fuck yeah, bay bee, that so good, I wanna fuck you, I wanna make you cum so fucking hard," he grunted. She stopped tittyfucking him, and he took both breasts into his mouth for some much needed sucking and playful nibbling of her nipples. A final round of deeply passionate kissing between the two and it was time for the moment both of them had really been waiting for.

"Are you ready for my pussy, bay bee?" she asked, grinding her clit against his leg. "Oh, fuck yeah," he groaned. She straddled him, grabbing his shaft and rubbing his head on her dripping wet clit. "Oh my God don't fucking tease me, just put it in," he demanded. "Mmmm, don't tell me what to do, bay bee, it's my turn, remember?" she teased. She guided his cock slowly into her steaming hot cunt. They both moaned loudly as he felt her pussy engulf his cock, and she slowly felt every inch of him begin to fill her, sliding up and down on top of him, as he held onto her hips tightly.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck," they both moaned in unison. "Oh yeah, bay bee, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," she repeated. She began riding him harder and faster, bouncing up and down on his cock.He could feel her pussy walls contract and squeeze his cock, as she began to grind herself on him. "Oh fuck, you're big, bay bee," she moaned, almost in pain. She had never had a throbbing hard cock this size inside of her and the pleasure it was sending throughout her body was almost unbearable.

He grabbed her by the waist and began thrusting his hips upwards to meet hers. Her breasts were bouncing wildly with each stroke, and she couldn't contain her screams any longer. "Oh shit, I'm cumming, bay bee!" She continued to ride him, grinding her pussy on his cock, until she came all over his stomach, screaming in ecstasy.

He wrapped his arms around her waist and continued to thrust his hips upwards, meeting her strokes. She looked at him and smiled, then leaned forward and kissed him passionately, before breaking away from him. He grabbed her by the waist and lifted her off of his cock, and placed her on her back, moving on top of her, kissing her passionately while she wrapped her legs around his waist, still being penetrated by his vicious thrusts. Neither of them had ever felt so sexually unbridled.

They both moaned and gasped in unison as they fucked each other, their bodies slapping together with each powerful thrust. He continued to pound her pussy, and she wrapped her arms around his neck, holding him close, as she screamed in orgasm after orgasm, one right after another.

"Oh fuck, bay bee, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," she repeated, over and over. Her pussy was dripping with her juices, and her whole body was shaking with pleasure. His cock felt like it was going to explode and he knew he was going to cum soon. He broke away from her and sat up, pulling out of her and grabbing her ankles. "What are you doing?" she asked, confused.

"I wanna cum in your ass, bay bee, but not yet," he said, leaning down and sucking her clit into his mouth. "Oh fuck yeah, bay bee, right there," she moaned as she pressed her pussy into his face. He licked and sucked until she sprayed his face with another powerful squirt of her cum, as she screamed yet again in intense orgasmic pleasure. She brought his face to hers, and licked her cum from his face.

"Fuck me, bay bee, fuck me now," she begged. "You want me to fuck you in the ass, bay bee? You want me to fuck your ass?" he asked. "Yes, yes, please fuck my ass, bay bee, I need it," she begged.

He got off of her, turned her around and pulled her pantyhose down below her ass, spreading her cheeks apart and rubbing her greasy asshole with his thumb. She moaned loudly, as he inserted two fingers into her pussy. He passionately kissed up her back and  the side of her neck as he continued his double stimulation of her erotic zones. His thumb was completely inside of her ass as he worked to stretch her walls.

He slowly pulled his fingers out of her pussy, and pushed them back in. He added a third finger, and began to work them in and out. She was moaning louder and louder, and she started to shake violently. He could feel her sphincter tighten around his thumb as he moved it in and out. He kissed her neck and shoulders as he worked to get her ready for his cock. She arched her back and moaned loudly, feeling yet another intense orgasm building within her.

"Oh fuck yeah, bay bee, I'm gonna cum again! I'm gonna cum,  fuck, fuck, FUUUUCK!," she cried out. Her pussy was spraying her juices all over them sofa cushion, and her whole body was shaking with pleasure. He removed his fingers and put them in his mouth, tasting her sweet juices. "Oh fuck yeah, you taste so fucking good. Taste yourself," he grunted, sticking his fingers in her mouth as she licked and sucked them clean. He put his thumbs against her asshole and spread her cheeks apart, exposing her puckered hole. Her gaping ass was finally prepared and ready for the girth of his cock.

She turned around to suck his cock just a little more. He positioned himself behind her, and rubbed the head of his cock up and down her crack, teasing her asshole. She moaned loudly, begging him to stick his cock in her ass. He grabbed her hips and placed the tip of his cock at her entrance.  He pushed forward, and her ass swallowed his cock as he slid it in.

He grabbed her hips and began to slide his cock in and out of her ass. It felt so tight, and it was almost painful, but she loved every second of it. She moaned in pain and pleasure as he began to pump his cock in and out of her ass. She moaned louder and louder, as he fucked her harder and harder.

He grabbed her hair and pulled it hard, causing her to scream in pleasure. He reached around and grabbed her tits, squeezing them roughly as he fucked her ass. She reached under herself and massaged her clit, as he continued to pound her ass. She was screaming in orgasmic bliss, and he could feel her muscles tightening around his cock.

"Oh fuck, bay bee, I'm gonna cum again!" she yelled. He furiously pumped his cock in and out of her ass, and she exploded with an intense orgasm, squirting her juices all over the sofa cushion. He couldn't hold back any longer either, and he exploded deep inside her ass, shooting streams of hot cum deep inside of her bowels, as he shouted in orgasmic delight.

His cum oozed out of her asshole. Ever the kinky boy, he sucked every last drop off his cum from her ass and pulled her hair back so she was looking into his eyes. Like a good girl, she opened her mouth as he drizzled every last drop off his seed into her mouth, and kissed her,  licking his cum from her lips. "Mmmm, naughty boy," she moaned, laughing. They both collapsed on the sofa, exhausted and laughing hysterically from the intense sexual pleasure they both had just endured. They both laid there for several minutes, catching their breaths. They were covered in sweat and cum, and they looked absolutely amazing.