1. Polly and Len Pt. 1 (Lycra fetish)


    Date: 9/14/2015, Categories: Fetish, Gay Male, Shemales, Author: leotardlust, Rating: , Source: xHamster

    BLACK LYCRA SHORTS BLACK TIGHTS AND STOCKING MASK Len was the regional manager at the place I used to work. I met him during an office party. A few of us from our branch went in fancy dress. I dressed up as an old fashioned crook, stripy top, black tights, black lycra shorts over the top and a skintight black stocking over my face. Len's a strapping figure of a man, about six feet five and well built. None of the staff liked him because he was intimidating and strict. I'd spoken to him a few times when he came to see us at work, from the stories he used to tell I gathered that he had a shady, no nonsense past, quite the thug really. He'd been watching me dancing and mingling all night. I was having a good time and if I'm honest I was feeling quite tipsy and flirty. And my god, my shorts were so tight and shiny that you could see your face in them! I must have given him a right eyeful of my sexy bum swaying in time to my favourite song, 'Queer by Garbage'. I stole a few glances at him and smiled during the song. It was when I was a the bar, waiting for my drink, that I texted my boyfriend, telling him I couldn't wait to sit on his face in my lycra shorts when I got home that I became aware of a hand on my arse. I turned round to see Len looking over my shoulder. 'Who's the lucky devil,' he said. He must have seen me texting! I felt a bit embarrassed and said 'Oh, i'm just having fun.' 'So I see,' he said. He still had his hand on my arse when he told the bar maid that he ...
    would get the drinks. Len asked me if I wanted to join him on the table. 'Seeing as you've bought me a drink, it would be rude to refuse,' I smiled. Len patted my bum. 'Good boy,' he said. I followed him to his table and crossed my legs slowly as I sat down on the comfy sofa next to him. We talked about work, and about my ambitions and the kind of thuggish things he used to do. I think he was looking for a reaction. I didn't find him entirely pleasant or fancied him, but at the same time I could sense something in the air and I'd be lying if what he was saying about kicking the shit out of people who crossed him when he was younger didn't turn me on. He then placed his hand on my knee and complimented me on my outfit and went on to say how he'd noticed most of the men at the party paying more attention to my arse then to their wives. I blushed a little and said 'well i wouldn't know about that, Len' All of a sudden he leant in close and whispered in my ear, 'You're a prick tease. Anyone else would have told me to get their hand off your arse, but you loved it, you love the attention...any red bl**ded man in here would kill to shag you.' 'We looked at each other. 'Would you Len, would you kill to shag me?' 'Come to my hotel room and find out.' Back at his room, I felt my lycra shorts stretched tightly across my arse as I sucked his big hard cock, as I gazed up at him adoringly. 'Mmm, mmm, Len, your cock...it's so big...so hard, oh god, I've always wanted this! Mmm...I've always ...
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