1. Polly and Phil (Tights and Lycra Fetish)


    Date: 2/7/2016, Categories: Fetish, Gay Male, Shemales, Author: leotardlust, Rating: , Source: xHamster

    inside and outside. Phil is rock hard. I want the cock in my mouth, rubbing against my crotch, my arse, up my arse but I need to wait. ‘Soon, my darling,’ I beam. ‘Oh and make sure you wear panties under your tights, your leotard over the top and the golden tights over your leotard and your Lycra shorts on top. Put my silky white gown over the top because I want to see you remove it!’ When I emerged about twenty minutes later, I stood at the door in my double layered black tights, under black long sleeved leotard, tight golden Lycra mini skirt, heels, stocking face and my copper bobbed wig. I put one heel against the door and looked at him devilishly. I felt and looked ravaging. I can hardly take my eyes off Phil as he waits on the sofa, in the silky gown. I put some sexy, sleazy music on low. My favourite is ‘Queer by Garbage’. (Listen to it readers and imagine it playing while I’m dressed like this). ‘Show me, Phil.’ Phil stood up and undid his gown and let it slide down, revealing an amazing body encased in Lycra, glossy gold tights and encased face. I step[ed over to him, smiled, took his glossy head in my hands and we kissed, a few sensual pecks, nylon on nylon then a long passionate snog, our mouths opening and closing, nylon caressing nylon, my hands wander to his amazing arse, his black lycra shorts so tight and shimmery that you could see and feel the outline of his skintight blue leotard underneath. ‘Oh Phil, feel my arse I say, put your hand up my skirt and feel ...
    my arse!’ I breathe. ‘Oh yes, my darling, that’s it, squeeze my arse…oh Phil!’ We kissed more. The thought of betraying my lover only aroused me more, like it always does. ‘Oh Polly!’ Phil moans. ‘Polly!’ ‘Phil! Oh Phil!’ Phil’s hard cock presses against my tights through his Lycra. We kiss and grind, kiss and grind, fall to the sofa and I sit astride Phil’s lap as we kiss more, my skirt hitched up so Phil can feel the glory of that arse he’s wanted to fuck ever since he first saw it. Phil’s hands run all over it and in the mirror behind, he can see my leotard stretched against my arse. ‘I fucking love tights and Lycra!' I squeal, like the slut I am. I crouch between Phil’s legs, my arse poking out and bob and tease his cock through the layers, sucking, kissing, sniffing, licking through my stockinged mask. My eyes in the mask look at Phil all the while. A special look that goes beyond lust. A look that’s only exchanged by secret lovers of this fetish who are proud of themselves. Meanwhile Phil's mouth was wide open in lust, stretching his glossy stocking, closing his eyes, and running his hand over his smooth face. It’s such luxury. A luxury Phil and I both deserve and need. A desire beyond meaning or understanding. My knees pressed together, my arse poking out, my heels slightly apart, my head bobbing up and down. A nylon layered blowjob! Phil is close to coming but not yet. I look up and say ‘Phil I must sniff your arse through the layers, I must! I must! Push your knees up ...
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