My eyes scanned the crowd as I took a nip of my beer. It had only been yesterday since I consumed my last prey but I knew I had to look for another victim. It always took me some time to find out their daily business, but if I was sure about that, there was nothing that could stop me (or save them.)... Yeah, I'm a rapist. A very frequent and successful rapist. I'm 35 years old and I committed my first rape at the age of 21. I started as a burglar at the age of 16 and it really wasn't my intention to start raping women. I always had (and still have) a great interest in women's hosiery. Oh well, actually only pantyhose. It is a fetish of me. I'm not only wearing pantyhose myself, but I like to have as much pantyhose that once belonged to women as possible. And what's the best place to find them? Right, in pantyhose-drawers.

So I started breaking into women's apartments to steal as much pantyhose as I could get my hands on. Well, I always left one pantyhose behind as some kind of trademark of my actions. One of their pantyhose with a huge load of my cum in it. But then on a certain night, while I was on a pantyhose-raid, I was caught. I hadn't noticed that the owner of the apartment (a young woman in her early 20's) had come home. I think she heard a noise in her bedroom and instead of calling the police, she got a knife from the kitchen and entered her bedroom.

From the corner of my eyes I saw that the door opened and a split-second later I was attacked by the young woman. But I was quicker and I overpowered her. I threw her onto her bed and tied her at the bedposts with some of her pantyhose. To prevent her from screaming, I made a gag from a pantyhose and put it in her mouth. I then simply went on with collecting her pantyhose. When I had emptied her drawers I took a pantyhose to masturbate in, because I needed to leave her my trademark as well. But because I already had used five pantyhose to tie the young woman onto her bed, I thought it would be a waste to leave her another pantyhose.

Then I realized that the woman wore pantyhose herself so I decided to masturbate over the pantyhose she was wearing. First I took of her shoes and after I had lifted up her skirt, her pantyless, hosed body was displayed for my eyes. Damn… she looked hot. Wearing an ultrasheer nude-colored pantyhose without panties underneath, strapped helpless to her bed. I think something snapped in my brain (thank you for that!) and I decided that I didn't wanted to ejaculate my cum over her pantyhose, but into her body. So I raped her, and again, and again and again. I left the crying cumfilled pantyhosed beauty on her bed after more than four hours of hot sex. And when I got home, my decision was made: stealing pantyhose still was a goal, but no longer my primary goal. Raping the pantyhosed women that owned those pantyhose was….

In the 14 years since my first rape, I perfected my methods in choosing my preys, stalking them, entering their homes, overpowering them and enjoying them. And I have never been caught! One rape every 10 days or so, for 14 years, lots of DNA in and on my victims and the police isn't able to catch me. And as long as they can't arrest me, young pantyhosed women aren't safe.

But back to the crowd I was watching. I saw several potential victims. Women between the age of 18 up to their early 40's, wearing skirts or dresses and pantyhose. Then she caught my eye: I guessed she was about 34, 35 years old. Around 5'10", 35C breasts, long slender legs encased in a ultrasheer gray pantyhose with lycra. She had long blond hair that she wore in a ponytail (a fucking-rein, because it always proved a good grip when I was raping them doggy- style). She wore a nice gray suit, consisting of a short skirt and a jacket with a white blouse underneath. She seemed to be a very classy lady and she had the privilege to become my next victim.

I emptied my glass, left the money for my beer on the table and got up. At a distance of something of 20 meters I followed every move of her, enjoying her ass and pantyhosed legs. Damn… I was sure I would enjoy her. Despite the rape of the young coed yesterday (I had her over six times during the last evening and night) I felt that my penis got hard again.

In the next two hours I followed her, she visited some shops (even a hosieryshop in which she bought a new stock of pantyhose) and she chatted with what seemed to be a very good friend. A lady-friend. A few years younger, but as beautiful and well-dressed as my victim-to-be. Maybe I was able to invite her as well when I had paid her friend a visit.

That night I knew where she lived and in the following days I watched her house to find out her daily routine. It proved that she left her home at 7.45 a.m. and that she got home around 6.00 p.m. Her house and front door were situated in a way that I could break into her house without being seen. I decided to make my move next thursday.

I was in time to see her leave her home to go to work. She looked really hot… a short skirt as usual, tan-colored pantyhose, nice heels, a bit of make-up. Damn…. I hardly could wait until that night. Then she would be mine! I waited 15 minutes after she left her home before I made my move. It only took me 30 seconds to open her front door without leaving any visible trace. I quickly entered her home and put down my bag. I went to her kitchen and made myself a cup of coffee and with a mug of coffee I went through her personal belongings downstairs. I found out that her name was Vicky from a vase of flowers with a card in it.

I also found some photo-albums in which I found several photos of my victim-to-be together with her lady-friend she met a week ago. According to the text written under the photo, her name was Julie and it seemed to me that they were quite close, so maybe I could let my fuck- toy for tonight invite her to come over. Two for the effort of one….

I took another mug of coffee and went upstairs to find her bedroom. I opened a door and there I was, standing in her bedroom. A typical bedroom for a single woman in her early 30's. She had a bed that could easily fit two persons. It was a pity that her bed hadn't those bars at both ends, but as the experienced rapist I was, I quickly discovered other ways to tie her up. Against the wall was a cupboard with three drawers in it. Only one of them contained her bra's and a few panties. The other two were literally filled with pantyhose. Lots of pantyhose!

After I retrieved both drawers and emptied them onto the bed, I counted at least 38 worn and washed pairs and 15 new ones. All of them in different shades of brown, gray, nude and black. They were 15 deniers at the most, and had sheer-to-waist-panties. Then I went to her bathroom to check the hamper. Oh yes…. She didn't wash her clothes that often or she has had a busy week, because her hamper contained 12 worn and unwashed pairs. I took one of them a brought it to my nose. The combined smell of nylon, her body and her perfume almost made me erupt at that moment. I quickly got my nose out of her hose. It would be a shame to come here in her bathroom. I wanted to come inside my fuck-toy.

I then took a shower and I shaved my entire body so I was a smooth as a baby (and as hard as a rock). After I had dried myself I took a new hose from the bag I brought with me. I unwrapped the hose and took a small scissor to cut open 1" of the seam in the front of the panty. I put the hose on but I waited with pulling the panty over my ass. First I needed a tan knee-high over my rock hard cock as some kind of condom. A few seconds later I was able to pull the pantyhose over my ass. I guided my hosed cock through the hole in the pantyhose and I was dressed to rape! I then put down some laddered pantyhose to tie my victim onto her bed and after that I was ready to rape a hot pantyhosed bitch.

I had to wait 45 minutes, but then I heard a key in the front door. There she was! It took her some time to do the things she had to do downstairs, but then I heard her high heels on the stairs.

Despite the many rapes I'd committed, my heart was beating furious. I heard her walking on the landing and then she pushed open her bedroom door and walked inside. She went straight to the dressing-table and she didn't even noticed the pantyhose that were bound to the bedposts. At that moment, I made my move. I came from behind the door and walked up to my prize. It was as if she saw my reflection in the mirror, because she spun around. But is was already too late…

I grabbed both of her arms and pushed her backwards onto her bed. As she fell onto her bed, my body collapsed on top of her, driving all the air out of her. For a moment I was able to enjoy her body underneath mine, before she began to fight. I grinned… They always started to fight and they always lost. This time it wouldn't be different. She tried to hit me with her hands, she tried to kick and to bite. She fought for nearly 15 minutes before she gave up her resistance and started to cry. I quickly wrapped a stocking around her wrists and tied them above her head to the bed. I enjoyed the view of this beauty. Her breasts looked even more prominent with her arms forced above her head. I decided I wanted to take a closer look at the breasts so I ran my hands around the heaving curves in her blouse. "Nice…", I hissed. "Let's take a closer look." With those words I got a hold on the collar of her blouse and with a huge tuck the buttons of her blouse flew around and her lace bra was in display. It didn't took me long to examine her bra because I pulled it away by force as well.

Damn, she had great breasts with nice pink nipples that needed a good lick. I laid my hands on her feminine curves and felt every inch of it. An occasional lick with my tongue completed the examination. She tried to push me off of her upper body but I was too strong for her. I took two more stockings and started to tie them around her hosed ankles. After that I tied the other ends of the hose to the bed. She was still able to close her legs, but there was no way that she could make it off the bed. Then I wrapped a third stocking around her ankles, tying them together.

I then laid down next to her and started to explore the rest of her body that was still covered with more or less sheer items. Her skirt was a bit tight and really short. It took me some effort but after a while I managed to push her skirt up around her waist. Wow… she even didn't bother to wear a panty with her pantyhose AND she had herself shaved…. My fingertips followed the curves of her lower abdomen that was hidden behind the sheer panty of her pantyhose. Ah well… as hidden as something can be behind ultrasheer nylon.

Her pantyhose was sheer-to-waist with lycra. Damn… it was smooth, sheer and shiny, just as I liked pantyhose. My hand went lower to her upper leg and the more pantyhose I felt underneath the palm of my hand, the harder my penis got. I felt her knee in sheer nylon and as a reaction to the sensation that I got from the nylon, I pushed my rock-hard penis against her lower leg, leaving a huge spot of pre-cum on it. I started to kiss and to lick the sheer panty of her pantyhose, and it took me at least five minutes before I reached her upper legs. Because of the pantyhose that was tied around her ankles, I wasn't able to lick her pussy through the nylon. I heard a sigh of relief when I let her pussy alone. I looked at her and said: "You're pussy will be treated later, my dear. Don't worry. First things first."

At that moment she spoke for the first time since we met: "Please…. Don't. I have money, a credicard, a…" "Pantyhose… your body and your pantyhose. That is all I'm interested in…" I replied. With those words I got from the bed to take off her shoes. I noticed that she had already lost one shoe during the fight, but her other foot was still in it's shoe. I tried to ignore her shoeless feet, because I wanted to be surprised by the look of her pantyhosed feet as I would take off her remaining shoe.

I took hold of her slim ankle with my left hand and with my right hand I took off her highheeled shoe. As I held her shoe in my hand I examined it closer, sniffed it and I gave it a good lick. After that, her shoe was of no further use the next 30 minutes so I threw it behind my back.

To take a closer look to her hosed feet, I took both her ankles in my hands and pushed her feet again each other. I noticed that her pantyhose were sandal-foot, so there were no disturbing less-sheer parts in the hose around her feet. As much as I liked women in pantyhose, I also liked their feet in pantyhose. I'm not sure why, but I had relieved myself a few times between a pair of hosed feet. I didn't wanted to rape the feet of this beauty, but feeling, kissing and licking them is as much fun as raping them. I kissed and licked her feet in a very gentle way, because I didn't wanted to tickle her.

After I had enjoyed her feet I got up and removed the pantyhose that tied her ankles together. I then shortened the hose that kept her legs tied to the bed to make her lay spread-eagled. For the first time I was able to look up the insides of her hosed legs and to see her hosed pussy in full display. I always liked the first, still "untouched", look of it. Now I took a pillow and I shoved it under her ass. I was ready to enjoy her now fully!

As I climbed on top of her, I didn't bother to rip her hose or take it off. Her hose was so sheer that I wanted to rape her without taking her hose off. Maybe it would rip at my first invading thrust or maybe it would just slide into her pussy as some kid of second nylon skin. Pre-cum already oozed from the tip of my penis, making it slick and easy to enter my prey. I felt her shudder as I touched her hosed pussy with my penis and when I made my moved she avoided my lustful eyes. At first I felt that my penis pushed her pantyhose in her pussy but before I was halfway in her, the resistance of the sheer nylon was to great. I used a bit more of my bodyweight and that caused her pantyhose to rip. Immediately I sank deep into her body. Damn… she was real tight and I knew that this rape would be better than the rape of the young virgin coed last week.

When I was deep inside her I took some time to enjoy her tight body, but then it was time to start to make the normal pumping moves. Within three minutes I felt the familiar tingle in my balls that warned me that my orgasm wasn't far away. I took me four or five thrusts until I made the huge and final thrust to bring myself deep into her lower body. There my penis exploded….

I felt three, four, no five waves of cum that filled my prey's body. I waited a few seconds before I pulled out of her. My nylon condom and the remains of her pantyhose around her pussy were completed soaked with my cum. Due to the violent rape, I saw that her pantyhose had ladders in both legs from the panty up to the knees. Maybe it was a shame to destroy her pantyhose this way, but I had really enjoyed it.

I then cut away the pantyhose that kept her tied to her bed and I ordered her to take a shower. When she entered the bathroom I barked: "Leave the door open. You've got ten minutes and make sure that you wash your cunt properly!"

End of part 1 of 2, will continue.....