My Secret Pantyhose Fetish

Even I Have Secrets.

My pantyhose fetish – I will never forget how I felt when I slipped into my first pair of pantyhose. I wish I could weave a seductive tale that would make your cock rock hard with pre-cum oozing out. I promise that is to follow. At the time, I was dressing for my high school graduation, and I was such a Tom-boy.

My Mom had to drag me kicking and screaming to try on dresses, and she insisted I wear pantyhose. They were sheer nude, and she even had to help put them on to make sure I did not ruin them.  Once on… I could not believe how this simple hosiery changed my life. Little did I know this was where my pantyhose fetish came to life.

I Felt Like a Woman with My Pantyhose Fetish

A beautiful sexual woman, and I never wanted to take them off. Wow! I could not believe how they turned my shapely legs into perfection. You better believe I was running my hands up and down my legs. I loved the sound they made when I would rub my legs together. To my surprise, even a little girl on girl action was hot if we were both wearing pantyhose. My first time fucking in them, my pantyhose fetish was ingrained in me. My boyfriend at the time was known for worshiping my black onyx feet with his mouth, teeth, and cock. Using my silky feet, I wrapped them around his thick, veiny shaft and slowly jerking him off, and he came all over them.

Suddenly, I wanted, no, I needed to wear these beautiful silky pieces of hosiery whenever possible. Honestly, I did not need a special occasion to enjoy my pantyhose fetish. I wore them everywhere… It was when I was dating the man I would marry that he called attention to my fetish. I think he caught on when I begged him to cut a hole into the soft panty liner that rested in between my pussy. There is nothing like wearing pantyhose while fucking. Hard.

 Bare Legs Were In Style & I Had a Pantyhose Fetish.

Fashion trends changed to bare legs, and casual work environments made pantyhose almost extinct, and even my fetish was temporarily forgotten. Until I started doing some fetish modeling, and my client wanted me in nothing but pantyhose. It was as if a fire was suddenly set to my body, and my pantyhose fetish had new life.

I wore a pair home from the shoot and quickly stopped by my apartment to grab my 6-inch black fuck me pumps and my black trench coat. Wearing nothing but my pantyhose, heels, and coat, I showed up at the door of the 28-year-old starving artist I was fucking. He opened the door, surprised to see me.

I stepped in and dropped my coat. His mouth dropped open as well; I took full advantage and slid my cherry-red lips across his and grabbed his rock-hard cock with my hand rubbing it aggressively. He lived in a loft, and his bed was in the middle of his open floor plan. We collapsed on the bed, and he removed them right away. I swatted his hands away, and the look in my eyes told him to let his Cougar lead him.

I Could Not Get His Cock Inside Me Quick Enough.

He collapsed on top of me and ground his cock into my nylon-covered pussy. Grabbing his silky hair I tugged him down so he could lick and suck my clit through them; it was a matter of minutes before I had my first earth-shattering orgasm creaming the white panty panel. I pulled his head back up and whispered “If you want to be extra fun, get this busty MILF a knife”, this was a must for my pantyhose fetish. It must have been seconds before he had slit a hole between my legs and slammed his dick through the nylon and began pounding me.

I wrapped my legs around his back and lifted my ass to meet each thrust. Orgasm two and three set my body trembling, and he quickly followed cumming deep inside me. My pantyhose fetish had returned, and I could not be happier. I even used those exact pictures on my bio page. This time, my nylons were not running away.

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