‘Tighter?’ she asked.
‘Yes, tighter. Fuck me with those silk stockings, babe.’
Imogen attached the one Cervin to another and tying it around his waist she fashioned Michael a chastity belt. The belt pulled his balls back and high and they squeezed pleasurably.
‘Well, well,’ Michael teased. ‘Mrs Levenstein, I do believe you’ve made me my own chastity belt. You surely are a silk stocking whore aren’t you?’
Imogen’s tongue balanced on her lips, she was shaking with excitement as she tightened the silk stockings even more so Michael’s cock and balls were neatly presented for her tongue. ‘Tight enough for you, baby?’
‘No, keep going.’ He was staring at her as his breath came in short static gasps, and she drowned in the intensity of that look which said, “I love you Imogen.” Michael eased the combs out of her hair and the blond cascade tumbled over her shoulders as Imogen started winding yet another silk stocking tighter and tighter around his pole.
‘How does that feel?’
‘Like I’m on fire.’ Michael sat down on the bed with a grunt and Imogen’s tongue darted out to gather the drop of precome on his tip. Imogen guessed a tight silk stocking wound so tightly around something as sensitive as a cock was bound to make any man excited. She eased him into her mouth and slid her tongue up and down and around before biting the turgid stem; teasing it and flicking her tongue against the tip.
‘I should make you pay for that,’ he said.
‘You can make me pay later.’ Her hands moved around and she cupped his buttocks, jerking on the silk stocking as she did so. The sensation made him groan with pleasure. She loved the taste of him, the feel of him as he began to rock in and out of her mouth and the best part was, it was going to go on for some time, well at least until she let him take off the silk stockings chastity belt. Michael stretched back on the bed, drawing her down onto his hard muscular body.
‘Mrs Levenstein, I adore you. Now tell me how many naughty silk stocking whore tricks you know?’
‘Plenty. But, for now I just want to love you, Michael.’
She traced his lips with her finger, kissing him deeply, deliciously, whilst his rigid cock forced its way between her legs and began nuzzling her greedy moist place. He was beginning the slow dance and the rigid tip felt achingly good nuzzling inside her, sliding in and out as she lifted her leg and coiled it around him and drew him even deeper inside; the stocking clad balls hard against her groin. She giggled, tweaking one with her fingers.
Michael breathed hotly in her ear as their slick bodies began to move with a newer more urgent kind of friction. He loved her in many different ways as she tumbled on the bedclothes and the arching wave of ecstasy rose and fell and rose again and always her hand was on the silk stocking chastity belt, loosening it and tightening it as she controlled the pleasure.
It was only when he was thrusting gently with his hands squeezing hard into her buttocks she realised she wanted him now and completely and she loosened the silk stocking bondage to allow the warm throbbing explosion high up inside her. It was all the things she’d dreamt about but not dared hope for; a clenching swirling spasm of bliss as she tightened around him and her whole body seemed to gather him in
‘God, I love you Michael Levenstein,’ she murmured softly.
Afterwards, she spread out naked on the bed, stretching each of her limbs languorously. I thought there was only one kind of man to be caught by a silk stocking cocktease, she pondered as Michael’s hand crept under her stocking and he began kissing her crotch. She’d always be a silk stocking whore but she’d nailed one hell of a fine man with a pair of Cervin.
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