Skintight Love - part 2
story by Anonymous
For the next session I wore his daughters creamy white skintight jodhpurs and went with Joe into the barn as he lay down and asked me to straddle him, while he wore my skintight spandex black catsuit. Again I played the dumb bimbo.
‘Shouldn’t I be sitting on a horse with a saddle?’
‘You’re just beginning. You gotta practice the technique first.’
‘Oh OK. But shouldn’t I use a saddle?’
‘You’ve heard of bare back riding.’
‘I suppose…so why don’t you turn over.’
‘Well I gotta see you so I know how you’re doing.’
‘Yeah! I see what you mean. You’re so clever…but why are you wearing spandex?’
‘Because I want to…now stop asking silly questions.’
I sat astride my lover and he encouraged me to bob up and down, even cupping my ass and guiding me up and down on his crotch which felt hard.
‘That’s it girl, go faster! Faster!’
As I rode him I huffed and puffed.
‘This is hard work.’
‘But fun right?’
‘Yeah!’
As well as cupping my ass I could tell he was feeling it too.
‘Yeah girl, go up and down harder…you’re riding girl, what are you doing?’
‘I’m riding! I’m riding, ‘I giggled. ‘This is fun! I’m riding you.’
‘You’re a good girl, real good, you’re better at this than my wife.’
‘Am I really? Wow!
‘That’s good. Keep telling me how good it feels to be riding me.’
‘This is sooo good, I like riding you…it’s as good as milking you.’
‘You know you can milk me like this next time…’
‘You mean that? Oh, yeah, that would be soo cool! I wish I was your wife I could do this everyday!’
‘If you like you can pretend to be my wife. We’re always having fun…but you have to kiss me and tell me that you love me…’
Joe held my neck and brought my face to his and we kissed.
‘I love you,’ I said. We kissed slowly.
‘When I call you wife, whenever you’re here helping out and we’re alone, I want you to kiss me like this and tell me how you love me, then you can milk me and ride me all day…this is more fun than riding a horse.’
My excitement made me ride him faster and faster until he came through his spandex, which frothed as it met my encased ass. Once he recovered he asked me to sit on his face and use that as a saddle, as I milked his prick with my mouth through his spandex. How I love well built mature men like this! It was the best riding lesson I ever had!
The next time we met, it was my turn to play games with him. I told him over the phone how I wanted to fuck him in the bed he and his wife slept in, but I wanted to catch him dressed like a sissy in a leotard, make-up and shiny black tights. When I caught him he was in the bedroom looking at his ass in the mirror in the blue leotard, talking to himself in a sissy voice. He then walked up and down rather ridiculously in his heels wiggling his ass. I was at the doorway in my tight black miniskirt, boob tube, pink wig, heels, make up with my hands on my hips.
‘What the fuck do you think you’re doing in my room?’ I shouted.
He looked terrified and tried to hide himself under the bed covers.
‘I’m sorry, I thought there was no one at home…I was..er..seeing if-‘
‘Shut the fuck up, you sissy and understand this. Unless you want everyone in the village to know about this performance I’d follow instructions. You follow my rules now. By the way, you do not suit a wig and make up. Firstly get out of bed and come over here and stand before me. Secondly your sissy name is Jessica and you do whatever I say.’
Joe did as he was told. I slapped his face hard.
‘Who the fuck are you, anyway?’
‘I came to fix the leak in the bathroom, you’re…um…sister left the keys.’
‘Then?’
‘No-one was in, and…’
‘I want the truth!’
‘And I wanted to sniff your sisters panties and pantyhose but I didn’t know this was your room, but I saw this leotard and hose and was curious.’
Something came over me what with him standing there like that and I threw my arms around him and kissed him passionately, smearing our lipstick. I sat on the bed and asked him to lie himself across my lap where I spanked his spandexed butt so hard with my bare hand.
‘You disgusting sissy bitch…you pathetic panty sniffer! Tell me what you are!’
‘A pathetic panty sniffer!’
‘Tell me Jessica, in that whiny little sissy voice! Loud and clear!’
‘I’m a pathetic panty sniffer.’
‘Ill give you something to sniff bitch!’
I pushed him off my lap, wrestled him to the ground, hitched my skirt up and revealed my shiny white girdle under my tan tights, and I sat on his nose, not caring if he could breath or not!’
‘Sniff me! Sniff my girdle and my tights…suck up the sweat…I’ve had them on for days!’
He did what he was told, even when I wriggled on him.
‘In fact I know your wife, I’m gonna ring her up now and tell her all about you.’
Joe wriggled even more.
‘Hello! Yeah is that Mrs Berret, yeah? Hi, my name is Polly Rubic. I’m an aquain, no I’m your husband’s employer. I’m calling to let you know that when I came home this afternoon I found him in my bedroom wearing my leotard and my tights. Yeah…this isn’t a joke, no! He can’t really come to the phone right now. Why? Because I’m sitting on his face and letting him sniff my girdle and tights. I just thought you should know. Why is he sniffing my tights? Because I ordered him to, and to be fair I think he’s enjoying it,if that hard cock poking out of his leotard is anything to go by…in fact I think I’m gonna fuck him in this very bed…I’ll leave the phone on, if you put it on speakerphone you’ll be able to hear us…’
By now Joe had stopped struggling and was enjoying his treatment but not until I tied him to the bed with a pair of hose, stripped him of his leotard, took his hard fat cock out of his tights, pulled a stocking over his face, and lowered my own ass onto his cock where I rode the shit out of him, calling him Jessica at the top of my voice while he called me Polly. I pushed my hands into his chest and rode him up and down, smiling into his encased eyes…This was really happening, and his wife could hear everything…the plan was that Joe could always explain that his mates where playing a practical joke. He mouthed the words, ‘I love you’ to me as I mouthed them back the very moment he came inside me. Then I bent him over the dresser and as promised I pumped his fat ass into oblivion, gripping his stomach hard with my linked arms as I shafted the Farmer. The sweat poured down my face, my teeth clenched with determination and animal lust and when I screamed, ‘I love you, I love you, I love pumping your fat ass, you dirty shit!’ I meant every single word.
by leotardlust@hotmail.com
Story posted by Anonymous
on Thursday, December 09, 2004 @ 16:44:47 PST
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