Any interest in stocking stories for sale?
September 30, 2008
UPDATE -
Thanks to everyone that has read and commented on my stories here.
I am transferring my work and posting new stories to a great new site I am working with – www.stockinglovers.org.
Thanks for reading.
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Its been a while – work has been insane which brings me to this post. I have now amassed a mountain of writing – some I’ve posted online (various sites) but most are still waiting and ready to be published in a book (a long term goal of mine). All my stories are of the same type – stockings, sex, legs, sex, heels, more sex, offices, schools, dresses, skirts, still more sex… – have a read and you’ll understand my approach.
So my thought – rather than traditional publishing, what if I were to sell online? Would any readers be interested in purchasing my stories electronically (either individually or grouped together)? I’m thinking a couple bucks or something straightforward – there is no overhead after all.
Drop me a line if you are interested. Thanks for reading and I hope to have a few of my new stories posted very soon (time permitting). Thanks all and I always like to hear from like minded people.
UPDATE -
Thanks to everyone that has read and commented on my stories here.
I am transferring my work and posting new stories to a great new site I am working with – www.stockinglovers.org.
Thanks for reading.
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Excuse the grammatical errors, a quick effort…
I spit the mouthwash into the sink and looking at myself in the mirror. I couldn’t believe I was about to go through with it. My mind couldn’t, that is… my dick was more than ready and given its size, I understood why I was feeling so light headed. Careful to make one last fix of my hair and I was walking out the door of my room.
Down the hall to the elevator.
A family was there waiting. I did have a fleeting moment of guilt – seeing the husband and wife together. Had he ever cheated on his wife, or her on him?
At that moment I was horney enough to fuck anything so naturally I gave her a once over. Not bad considering the 2 kids. Yet still nothing compared to what awaited me in the lounge downstairs.
I let them enter first, watching the mothers ass as she boarded. No one noticed. God, it felt exhilarating to be doing this.
The ride down was quick – probably due to my mind being only semi-present.
I let them unload first. This time I was looking around the lobby rather than at her ass. Was she already down here, waiting for me?
I shoved my hand in my pocket to conceal my hardon and headed for our predetermined meeting place.
The lounge was quiet. A few small groups of business men, some familiar faces from the conference. As the only one from my firm attending, I knew there was little chance anyone would know me.
I grabbed a table in the back corner of the room – where we wouldn’t be as obvious. Just as I sat she walked through the door. My heart began to race.
She had dressed exactly as I had asked, dark business suit with black hose and high heels. I could only assume the rest of her ensemble, the part only she and I would see, was as I had requested as well.
“Michael, nice to see you again” – she leaned in and kissed me on the cheek, her hand resting on my arm.
She seemed so calm. My heart raced, my dick twinged – I could barely think straight.
“You look beautiful.” I responded
“Thank you” – she smiled.
It had all started harmlessly enough, our conversation developing the day before during one of the seminar breaks. How our conversation at a boring risk and labiality conference had turned into women’s undergarments was history – at that moment I had a women in her early 20’s that had dressed to my specifications and I was about to have sex with her.
“Have you ordered a drink yet?”
“No, not yet, I just arrived.”
I watched as she settled in her chair. She was careful to pull her skirt down, not giving me any preview of what was to come. She noticed my gaze towards her thighs and smiled.
Leaning towards me she said in a quiet voice – “There will be lots of time for that – don’t worry.”
I smiled – slightly embarrassed that she had caught me.
I did manage to relax over the next hour. The conversation remained light which helped… as did the numerous drinks I consumed.
We purposely avoided family and personal topics. I had no idea of her personal situation and she seemed completely disinterested with mine. At one point the general topic did come up but she shunned it remarking – “I don’t think either of use are interested in talking about that, don’t you agree?”.
I was able to confirm her age – 24. She apparently had not had any plastic surgery done, which seemed unbelievable given her figure. She obviously did a lot of working out to maintain her shape as was evident by her well toned legs. She loved the outdoors which explained her bronzed skin, but I never did determine where she acquired her absolutely stunning beauty.
Eventually the topic did turn to sex. She wouldn’t tell me if she had done anything like this before. I became uncomfortably aware that my line of questioning made it clear I had not. Although the alcohol had taken full affect on me, I was able to see her demeanor change slightly with the topic, as if it were arousing her.
I noticed her legs beginning cross and uncross more often. I did my best not to stare but it was obvious I was having trouble.
“So tell me more about this little obsession of yours.” She uncrossed her legs, this time parting them slightly. My dick which had relaxed with the general conversation sprung to life, as if it had temporarily forgotten why we were there.
“Umm…” - I stammered, blatantly looking down at her skirt which was sitting mid thing, her gorgeous black stocking legs protruding from it.
“Not sure really, just been something I’ve always been into.”
She took a moment to look over her shoulder as her hand slipped down to her leg. Sitting in a large arm chair facing the wall, only I could see the lower half of her body. Her hand gently ran up her knee and thigh, circling around the inside of her leg just below her hemline.
She turned back to me – still gently touching the inside of her leg. “Is it the look, the feel, the smell. What?” she asked
I was unable to break my stare. Each circle her fingers made, they seemed to venture further up her leg, slowly her skirt was being pushed higher.
“ahhummmm…” – I was having trouble thinking. – “A little bit of each?” – I managed to reply.
“Do you wear them yourself?”
The question threw me off guard. I looked up at her to see her eyes staring deep into mine, there was a raw desire that made her intention to fuck me clear.
Hypnotized by her burning gaze, I told her the truth. “A few times, when I was younger.”
I maintained eye contact for a moment but could see that her legs were widening.
She never broke eye contact with me. “You’ll tell me if anyone comes up from behind me?”
“Of course.” Dying to break our gaze and look down to see what she was doing.
Her eyes dropped towards her lap giving me permission to look myself.
Her legs were opening wider and wider. Her stocking tops and bare things now visible – my ears plugged as my head begin to spin.
But she didn’t stop, sliding forward slightly in her chair, Her skirt continued to rise until I was given a full view of her sheer black panties, a well trimmed strip of hair sitting atop her swollen pussy lips. A clearly defined wet spot glistened slightly in eth warm lighting of the room.
Her hand continued its trip up her leg and settled on the bare skin of her thigh, gently massaging her leg without blocking my pristine view.
“How is that?” She asked, her eyes back towards me.
This time I didn’t bother looking at her face – “beautiful” – I said matter-of-factly.
Her left hand joined, taking hold of each leg mid thigh, she pulled her self open further. Her actions suggesting her put-together exterior was only a shell for a rather slutty personality that resided within.
It was taking a great deal of restraint not to touch myself, or her. And with my dick aching to go, I figured it would only be a matter of time until one of the two happened.
I suggested we head upstairs, given that we had finished our drinks.
She smiled as she reluctantly closed her legs, fixing her skirt and she stood.
I dropped some money on the table to cover the drinks and walked with her towards the lobby elevators.
The quiet lounge was a stark contrast to the busy lobby. A large group, apparently returning from an outing, had plugged things up very badly.
She took my hand and lead me through the maze. We lucked out with an elevator that had just opened and ignorantly cut in front of the less than impressed queue – if only they known our reason for doing so.
Being first on the full elevator pinned us against the back wall. Floor numbers were called out and I added mine – “Six=” to which she called out “Twenty-One”. She tuned back towards me and smiled – informing me that it would be her room, not mine we would be using.
Floor by floor we began to ascend, it seemed like it would take forever – a fact that I began to regret given the number of people crowding me. That is until I again felt her hand on mine. She directed me to the hem of her skirt and gave me the slightest push upward. I took her invitation and slipped my hand up her skirt until I felt the top of her stocking. I stopped there, enjoying the sensation as she gently moved back against my crotch. Swaying back and forth slightly, she teased me as I massaged her stocking thigh. I’m sure anyone else would have assumed she was simply enjoying the music when in reality she had me at the verge of an orgasm before we had even reached her room.
Slowly the elevator began to clear out but we kept our close proximity until there was only three of us left. Ironically another young woman that seemed to know what was going on. I glanced down at the lighted floor buttons, only 21 remained. We quickly ascended the last few floors and the three of us exited. I was held back, slightly, to allow the other woman to exit first. She did and we followed her, hand in hand down the hall.
It seemed ridiculous, given that I was being taken to the room of a young woman to passionately fuck that I would even notice another, yet I couldn’t help but watch her as we followed behind. My date didn’t help, motioning for me to “check out” her legs and heels as we followed.
The woman stopped at 2111 and looked back at us with a knowing grin as we walked past her. We didn’t go far, 2113 – we stopped, the room key ready and inserted and before I knew it, the door had closed.
This was it – my last chance to back out. Though there was little chance of that happening.
She dropped her keycard on the table and seductively made her way back to me still standing at the door. Her arms wrapped around my neck, she began to kiss me passionately, her tongue actively exploring my mouth, encouraging mine to do the same.
Things heated up quickly form there. Kissing my neck and undoing my shirt, she seemed to have a great deal of pent up sexual energy that needed to be released. Pushing me back against the door, she made her way down my now bare chest and began to undo my belt. All I could do was watch as this beautiful young woman knelt in front of me.
She finally looked up at me as she unzipped my pants. Slowing slightly now as she neared her desired destination.
I stared in to her eyes as I saw my dick spring from my under shorts, settling directly in front of her face.
“You’re going to remember tonight for the rest of your life” she said as she dropped her head down onto my engorged prick.
The warmth of her mouth made my knees buckle. She had a technique that many women claim to possess but few actually do. Her mouth slid up and down my shaft as her tounge added just the right amount of stimulation.
A low grumbling moan indicated that she had be wanting this for some time.
I watched for as long as I could until the sensation took hold of me. I closed my eyes and tilted my head back, letting it rest against the door as she pleasured me.
Thankfully her pace remained slow and deliberate, prolonging the inevitable need to unload. Although I could tell she was attempting to restrain herself, she had slowly begun to get carried away and speed up.
I looked down to see her hand pumping the shaft as her red lips sucked me in and out of her mouth. The sight of my rod disappearing into her head was fascinating. I was a good size and it seemed like an optical illusion that her small head could accommodate my entire length.
Feeling myself tighten, I ran my hand along her hair, reminding her that I was there.
She understood and slowed down until finally releasing me from her mouth.
“Did you like that?” She asked as she wiped the moisture from her lips and chin.
“It was amazing” – I responded. Helping her up
“Go sit down on the sofa” – she directed. Regaining her composure after what seemed to be a slight role reversal.
I kicked of my shoes and let my pants fall to the floor. In just my open dress shirt, I sat in the middle of the sofa, awaiting the next activity of the evening.
I didn’t have to wait long. She pushed back the coffee table and positioned herself between my legs.
Looking down at my dick she began to undo her suit jacket, letting it drop to the floor.
Next was her white blouse. Button by button, more and more skin became visible. A black bra peeked out as she untucked the blouse from her skirt to undo the bottom fasteners. She moved to the cuff and quickly undid them before opening she shirt to remove it.
“Wait” – I quickly stopped her. There was something about a woman in a partial state of undress that I found irresistible. “Leave it on?”
She smiled – willing to please me, she did as I asked. fully opening her blouse, I gazed upon her perfect breast, her nipples fully visible through the black sheer material of her bra. She reached up, pinching her nipples causing them to stand erect. She smiled, as if proud of her assests.
She reached down to her skirt – “And this, you want this left on as well?”
“Yes, please”
She smiled as she dropped her hands from the zipper to pull her skirt up her thighs. More and more nylon was exposed until it ended in a lace top, only a garter strap continued on against the smooth skin of her thigh. It continued up around her waist and I again was given a wonderful view of her panty covered pussy. The noticeable wet spot had grown considerably now, her lips obviously moist with her juices.
She stood there for a moment. Understanding my fetish she allowed me to take the image in.
“Your absolutely gorgeous” – I realized my complement may be cheapened by the fact I was staring at her pussy but I was being completely honest with her.
“Thank you” – she said, running her hands up her body to acknowledge what I said.
“Is there anything in particular your would like me to do for you” – she asked.
I couldn’t believe her willingness to please.
“I honestly cant believe I am her right now” – I chuckled – “Ill have to think about it.”
“Sure” – she said, stepping closer towards me. “How ‘bout you let me know if you think of anything.” Her leg lifted up onto the sofa and her heeled foot planted directly next to my dick.
I slipped one hand around her stocking calf, the other pushed my prick against her leg and began to rub it back and forth against the smooth material.
I slowly moved my hand up and down her stocking leg. Up across her knee and along her thigh. Brushing my fingers against her panties, I could feel just how wet she was. She was obviously very sensitive and doing her best to stand there and lett me have my way. I teased her crotch until she count handle anymore and stepped back.
“My turn to be serviced” – she said. Taking my hand and pulling me up from me seat. She stood with me long enough to give me a kiss before sitting down in my place, leaving me standing where she had been.
I watched as she shuffled to get comfortable, reclined back so that her pussy was at the edge of the seat. She looked up at me waiting as she began to play with her tits.
I knelt between her legs – she knew what was coming but still squirmed in anticipation.
As horney as I was, I was determined to repay her for being so accommodating to me. I moved my nose within an inch of her lips as she watched, I could feel her anticipation but I had other plans. Gently I licked the sheer material, tasting her without giving her much satisfaction. She was quick to thrust towards me but I pulled back.
“Patience” – I said, feeling like I had the upper hand for the first time. She relaxed her torso back onto the seat, slightly disappointed but knowing she would eventually get what she wanted.
I began exploring her legs with my hands and mouth. Gently kissing up and down her thighs and calves, tasting and smelling the nylon material. I took my time right at the top of her stocking, alternating between her bare thigh and her stockings while wrapping my tongue around her garter strap.
I looked up to see her watching me intently as she played with her nipples. She didn’t seem to mind me enjoying her body and I got the feeling there would be no rush.
I made my way back down her leg to her foot and heels. On all fours I kissed and licked her shoes like a slave. I was surprised when she pulled her leg back, causing me to stop.
“I want to watch you” – she said, extending her leg towards me .
She wanted to watch..? – I couldn’t believe it. I took her leg in my hands and continued. Feeling her stare as she enjoyed my every move.
I finished with her shoe and began to slip it off, feeling the warmth of her foot against my face, the incredible smell of her feet filled my nose. I placed the warm sole of her foot against my cheek and rubbed her against my face.
Circling around, breathing her in deeply, I relished in the moment. My nose between her toes, my tongue outlining the gently lines of her foot, I slowly positioned her toes at my lips.
Gently taking each one, I sucked her stocking feet into my mouth as I watched her look on. She seemed to enjoy this a great deal as her hand slipped into her panties and began rubbing her pussy.
The sight of her pleasuring herself caused me to slow down, something she did not intend to have happen. She was quick to raise her other foot and shoe to my face, determined to keep me on track.
She was now actively pleasuring herself and I could feel her desire to speed things up. I complied, pulling her shoe off and taking her warm toes into my mouth. She approved of this with a loud moan, spreading her legs wide open and pulling her panties aside to begin fingering herself without obstruction.
Very few things could have pulled me away from her beautiful nylon feet – the sight of her fingers moving in and out of her stocking framed pussy was one of them.
I kissed my way up her leg to join her fingers. She gave way to my mouth as I dropped down on her pussy lips, sucking them into my mouth. A loud gasp signified my arrival ss she began to gyrate against my face.
I pulled her further towards the edge of the seat, her stocking legs lifted and wrapped around my head and rested on my back – the smooth material gently rubbing my skin. I rubbed my hands against her thighs as I continued my oral assault.
I could feel her getting close to climax. She had pulled me tight against her making it difficult to breathe but it didn’t stop me. I was determining to make her cum. Thrusting my tongue deep inside her, I felt her thighs tighten on the verge of an orgasm.
A moment of stillness preceded a violent barrage of shuddering and expletives. I enjoyed her holding me tightly as she came – a small amount of moisture running against my tongue and down my chin made me feel like her slave.
Eventually, as the waves of pleasure subsided, she let me go, allowing me to take a deep breath and recover myself.
She noticed my slight gasp for oxygen – “sorry about that – I didn’t mean to smother you.”
“No, no” – I breathed again – “I enjoyed that very much.” I sat back on the floor – figuring she would need some time to recover.
Apparently she didn’t need much as her feet were quick to begin rubbing my cock and balls. By this point I was not interested in delaying things much more myself. I took hold of her ankles and positioned a foot on either side of my shaft. Stroking up and down, I watched my prick slip back and forth between her black stocking feet.
It felt amazing… too amazing. As I slowed to conserve myself but she had different plans.
“Cum on my feet” – she said watching my dick intently.
“But what about…”
“We have all night – I want you to cum on my stockings.”
Without argument I relaxed my body and enjoyed the sensation of her feet jerking me off. Within 5 strokes I felt the cum welling up within me and on the 6th, I was shooting my load against her leg.
She watched in awe although she didn’t stop. Stream after stream of cum landed on her legs and feet. The sight caused me to keep cumming, more than was normal for me. She kept milking me until she was sure I was done.
Exhausted, I laid back. She lifted her leg to collect my sperm with her fingers, I watched her take them into her mouth to taste me. I had not had a woman willingly do that before, at least not enjoying it the way she seemed to.
She looked back and me and smiled. “Did you enjoy that?”
“God yes.”
“D you have enough stamina to go again?”
I was still catching my breath –“if you give me a minute or two, but yeah – ill go all night.”
“Really? All night?”
“With you. No problem. “
“Well let me ask you a question then”
“Sure”
“Could you handle two of me?”
I paused, honestly unsire of what she was meaning “Ummm…” Had misheard her, my hed still slightly spinning from my orgasm.
“Im sorry, you asked?”
“2 women – have you even been with 2 women before?”
“No, i… ummm.”
“Would you like to be? Tonight?”
I stared at her speechless. She on the other hand had a large grin, knowing full well what she was talking about.
“Do you remember that woman we walked down the hall way behind. You were checking out her legs?”
I did remember but naturally tried to play it off.
“Sort of – yeah.”
“Would you like to be with her and me tonight?”
Ummm – again, all I could say.
Be honest – you really have no need not to be?
“Yeah… sure I guess so, but … ummm – im not sure how.”
“Don’t worry about how” – she leaned back and picked up the phone.
I couldn’t believe what was happening. I watched silently as she dialed and turned back to me waiting for an answer.
I heard a voice on the other end of the line
”You want to come over here for a bit?”
A brief answer and she returned the receiver to the base.
“Shes a friend. You’ll like her. Her name is Susan.”
part 2 – any ideas?
UPDATE -
Thanks to everyone that has read and commented on my stories here.
I am transferring my work and posting new stories to a great new site I am working with – www.stockinglovers.org.
Thanks for reading.
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Where to begin. This is the first posting I have made although I have written tens of stories involving stocking sex.
Where to begin – well, the beginning. I was just a kid, 7 or 8, and had a babysitter. Now before you think incestual thoughts, hear me out. We had a coffee table that I would play under. Naturally feet would sit on the lower shelf which happened to be where I would play. I clearly remember sniffing nylon feet and noticing the that distinct smell – the mixture of nylon, leather heels and natural odor. My assumption is that, as I was crawling within the confined space, my dick was rubbing against the table etc and a fetish was born. Any psych majors out there are welcome to comment.
From there – there have been a number of memorable events through my life. Growing up in a church there was never a shortage of nylon legs. Only now do I think back and wonder who was wearing stockings under their dresses.
Sunday school one morning we had a special speaker in our small group. He brought his daughter who, of course, was wearing a skirt and hose. They sat across the room from my friend and me – her father talking about God knows what. I didn’t dare stare as she was sitting beside him but as we finished up, during a prayer, my friend gave me a shove and I looked to see him nod towards her. She had opened her legs slightly and I could clearly see pink cotton panties between her tan hose. Thinking back, I assumed she did this thinking no one would notice her flashing us during a prayer. I coulnt help but stare. She kept her head down the entire time, although I could see a smile on her face – she clearly knew what she was doing.
A few years later I had another experience. By this point I was into my teen years and was being bombarded with sexual stimulation. This was before the internet so department store catalogs were your best source for jerk-off fodder. Christmas was especially good as many retailers would send out “special” gift flyers. Page after page of lingerie. It was literally hours of fun.
One of those years I was in a larger store shopping with my mother. It was later in the evening and things were wrapping up. I was waiting for her to purchase some gifts when a store clerk came over to a number of stock boxes on the floor. She began to unload then and sat on the floor – commenting to my mother about how long a day it had been. I hadn’t paid much attention to her before that, she was probably mid 30s and average looking with a longer skirt and sweater – not exactly a teen boy’s fantasy. Then she sat on the floor, her legs under her, and her skirt rode up clearly exposing her stocking top and garter strap. Memorized, I stared. Neither my mother nor the woman seemed to notice. Tan stockings with a white garter, and on an average looking retail clerk! To that point I had assumed stockings were for sex and fancy dress up events. I would never look at any woman wearing leg coverings the same way again – you really never know who has that slightly wild side to them.
Fast-forward to today and the apparently busy lifestyles of most women who lazily elect to wear pantyhose over stockings. Although (we must recognize) in some ways, it does make a stocking sighting that much more special!
I look forward to sharing some of my stories with you and invite you to share any tales, links and/or pics with me as well. I am constantly bewildered by the lack of stocking stories sites on the net. A plethora of stocking pics and movies dominate but I feel there is still something to be said for letting us create the images on our own.
Enjoy!
