Fetish - lingerie, pantyhose, stockings

Let me begin by saying that this is a true story. Also let me warn you that my writing style may not be to your taste; it’s fairly journalistic and I tend to shy away from graphic descriptions. I assume the reader has a working imagination and can fill in any details I may gloss over. That being said, here we go…

Since I know this is important to some readers, let me briefly describe myself. (Feel free to skip this paragraph if you want. It’s not central to the story.) As of the time of this writing, I’m twenty-one and about to enter my final year at a small, private, southern California college. I’m majoring in English, so if you notice any mistakes… um… let’s just call it artistic license, okay? I’m Asian (American-born Chinese), 5′2″ tall, slim, pretty, and of course, modest. On with the show…
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My visitors arrived on time and before they started on their tasks I offered them a drink. Bill sat silently at the table while Stan seemed to hover about. I soon realised his purpose when he began to stroke my backside as I prepared their drinks. He told me how nice I looked and mentioned my cleavage letting his fingers trace along the edge of my blouse. My bra showed slightly and both men agreed how much more sexy it made it look. I didn’t protest when Bill stood and joined him – now they played with one tit each.
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Sitting on the train I wonder what is going to happen to me this weekend, it is the first time I have ever met a Mistress for real. All I know is that I am to go to the address that she sent me … nothing more. When the train finally arrives at the station I quickly go to a taxi and ask the driver to take me to the address.

When I get to the house I walk up to the door and see an envelope stuck there, written on it is just one word “SLUT”. I take the letter and open it and read it carefully,
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She had to get away. Audrey’s family was driving her absolutely crazy. As soon as they arrived back from the restaurant, she made a bee-line for the dock. Though they had loitered at breakfast for nearly two hours, the afternoon heat had not yet set in and she wanted to get out on the water as quickly as she could.

Not bothering to change out of her “breakfast out” outfit, Audrey grabbed a canoe paddle, pushed the canoe into the warm water, took off her shoes, waded in and pushed her boat and herself away from the shore, away from the cottage, and out onto the open lake.
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It’s been a very long time since my last installment, so forgive me if I’m a bit rusty. Thanks again to everyone who has taken the time to send me feedback in the past, and I look forward to hearing what you think of this latest perverted tale.

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I stand in the shower rubbing my soft soapy cock with both hands. The hot water hits the back of my neck, runs along my spine, and flows down my ass crack. I want to stand here like this all day. But I can’t, today is my first day at my new job. Janitor at Mount Ives college. Mount Ives girls college, that is.
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Christine looked at herself in the mirror. Her pretty face was the color of creme, her tears streaming around the gentle curve of her chin and dripping onto the porcelain sink. Why was she made to suffer so much humiliation, she thought to herself. Before she had a chance to answer herself mentally, however, the bathroom door burst open and James strode in.

“You cheating cunt,” James shouted, “I’m not finished talking to you! Did you think you’d get away with it forever?” His broad shoulders heaved with anxiety, and his charcoal-black hair hung in his face, a few strands plastered to his brow by the spreading perspiration.
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Your dirty girl has woken one morning, not feeling very glamorous. She makes her way to the bathroom and removes the shirt that she loves to wear to bed, your shirt. She steps into the shower, turning the water on, and stands under the streaming water, slowly coming alive.

As the water cascades down over her shoulders, she takes the bottle of body soap and squeezes an ample amount into her hand, replacing the bottle on the rack in the shower, she then takes the large sponge and slowly starts to rub them both over her body. A body that you have come to know intimately. Intimately with your tongue, your fingers, your cock, your eyes, your breath, your very being.
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As I lay next to you in bed while you sleep, I kept tossing and turning. I was so horny, I could not sleep. I know you need your sleep and I should not wake you up, but the temptation was great. I know I should go to sleep but I do not seem to be able to do it.

I closed my eyes and thought of the things I like to do to you. I love running my hand over your chest and down. The hair on your chest and belly makes my whole body tingle. I keep going down to your cock all nestled and asleep. I love waking it up slowly, lightly running my fingers up and down and around your cock and balls until they start to swell.
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A Service

When I was younger, I heard of a man who would do it for a dollar. Times change, the cost goes up. It was easy enough now with just a phone call.

I dialed his number.

“Yeah,” he answered.

“I think I need your services,” I said.

“Think?”

“Well, I know I need you,” I replied, “It’s some legal thing now.”

“It’s five dollars… Ten, if I come to you.”

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She had simply gone round to his house to collect some plants for her neighbour - but he must have been in on it.

She knew the man. He used to come into the shop where she worked. He was about forty-five, tall, well-built and with a bristly, black beard.

He looked mildly scary but she never thought for one minute he’d be the sort to tie you up, shave off your bush and penetrate your orifices with…

It was too embarrassing.

It had all happened so quick, she wasn’t even sure how she’d ended up naked, tied to a bench, her hands above her head with her legs spread wide and suspended in the air.
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