From the moment I arrived I knew I was in for a treat. A sexual experience that would last with me forever. Janet had always been a sexual dynamo, and she could never get enough sex and was always trying out new things. I had only been going out with Janet for six months, and I already felt incredibly relaxed with her. Sometimes, I found, it could take years to be open about your sexual fantasies, but with Janet, it had only taken me a week, and already I was craving new fantasies as she had fulfilled those I had carried for years. Last week she gave me her pantyhose to wear and they felt great. They were a pair of 'barely there' coloured, gloss tights with a hi-leg patterned brief, and being slightly larger built than Janet, they were slightly tighter on me than on her, but the feeling against my legs was incredible. Every time I moved my legs, I could feel a soft sensational feeling spread across them, and best of all, she would proceed to shag me with her butt plug before sitting on top of me and riding me as if there was no tomorrow, and calling, or rather shouting at me, "bitch, fuck me harder bitch." A year ago, I would never have dreamt of being dominated like this, but Janet had completely changed my attitude and brought out my deepest secret fantasies that I had, some of which I never even knew I possessed.
So you can imagine my delight when she opened her door, standing in a wet looking silver latex top, covering her shoulders and sides, but slightly open between her cleavage so her ample breasts were temptingly revealing, and a short skirt made of chain links, showing off her muscled and toned thighs, but covering just about enough of her crotch to tease. On her legs she wore similar pantyhose to what I had worn last week, along with silver knee length boots with high heels. She pulled me in by my belt and closed the door in one swift movement before unbuckling my belt, pulled down my jeans and revealed my panty hosed legs and cock. Immediately she started to grind against me, her nylon sending sheer delight through my legs as it touched my nylon, and immediately I became hard, and my trousers had yet to reach the floor.
"Hello sweetheart" Janet said as she grinded against me "you are such a good boy putting on your pantyhose like Janet said. You will get a reward for that, you good boy you."
Wow, I thought, just how bloody wow is this?
"Come upstairs sugar, and I can give you your treat."
In fairness, I didn't really have much say in the matter, she pulled my cock behind her, and I found myself shuffling across the floor towards the stairs as my trousers were still around my ankles. Walking up stairs was more difficult, but I kept getting the odd glimpses of her bare nylon clad ass as her swagger caused the chain links in her skirt to move. Trousers around my ankles was the last thing on my mind.
In the bedroom I got another feeling of shock and excitement. Hanging from a ceiling was a suspended chair, I had seen this in Amsterdam, and had always fancied using one. I was shocked however, when she motioned for me to sit in it. As I took up my position, she started to undress me, leaving me completely naked except for my nylons. She pushed me back so the top of my thighs rested against a supporting strap and I fell into the chair with another supporting strap holding my lower back and a further one supporting my shoulders and neck. She took both my wrists, and put them through the wrist straps high above me, and securing them with Velcro straps. She then did the same with my ankles, pulling my legs apart and cuffing them into the ankle supports. No matter how much I tried I could not move, which was a shame, because I really needed to start wanking myself. But no, I was stuck in a semi lying down position, hanging half way between the roof above and the floor below, looking up at the ceiling.
Janet stood for a while, admiring my position and the predicament I was now in, then she lit some candles she had placed around the room and turned off the light. Everything around me was now in the shadow of flickering flames. She smiled and reached for the baby oil. Warming it up in her hands she began to rub the oil into my chest and around my shoulders, stopping briefly just to run her nose over the length of my dick. I shuddered at her touch and then begged her to let me know what she was going to do.
"Oh that reminds me, you good boy, its supposed to be a surprise isn't it" and she pulled out a scarf and moved over to my head and blindfolded me, tying it to the strap behind the neck support so now I couldn't even move my head. Wow!
She lent over me, and giggled before kissing me softly on the lips and slowly penetrating her tongue deep into my mouth, just enough for my tongue to catch the stud pierced in the centre of that tongue which made me wish that she would hurry up and suck me off to relieve my struggling cock. I could feel a wet patch developing around my cock, but my pantyhose was starting to get wet anyhow, with the baby oil dripping from my belly onto the nylon. How good that felt. Janet was about to whisper something in my ear; I could feel her warm breath travelling down my lobe, when the doorbell rang.
"Damn!" She said.
Something unrepeatable was my answer!
"Give me a minute darling, and I'll go and sort out whoever that is!"
"But you can't go dressed like that Janet!" I cried to her.
"You know me by now darling, I can and I will, it's just my way."
I heard her making her way down the stairs, thinking what the person would say when she answered dressed as she was and hands covered in baby oil. Then I thought how funny it would be if it was the kid across the street wanting his ball back, or some religious nut coming along doing his door to door preaching of the values of celibacy. I could imagine him screaming "Thy shall burn in the pits of Hell" at Janet as she threatens to shag the arse off him if he even dared to call again. I was still smirking when Janet came back in the room and came over to kiss me.
"All sorted," she said. I was about to ask who it was when she planted another kiss on my lips, this time more forceful, and her tongue probed deep into mine. I caught her tongue piercing between my teeth and nibbled gently. She moaned as both her hands came up to my nipples and squeezed them gently. I could feel myself melting away under her grasp when I felt a third hand slide gently between my thighs. I stopped kissing for a while, and tried to look around under my blindfold, unable to. A fourth hand then made its way to my nylon dick and pulled it towards a mouth. My mouth was still accommodating Janet's tongue; I was shocked, but extremely excited. The mouth around my still pantyhose clad cock started moving up and down, and felt warm and soft, getting wetter with each facial thrust. I relaxed again and carried on sucking Janet's tongue. You horny Minx Janet, I thought to myself.
Janet had felt me ease back into my predicament and pulled away, a silent giggle, and whispered in my ear, "Sandi is my best fiend, and Sandi only sucks strangers cocks if Sandi likes the look of cocks."
I didn't have to say anything, I was in Seventh Heaven. Suddenly it felt I was in Hell. A flash of heated pain hit my chest, not all of it, but at different spots, then it cooled and I relaxed. Janet giggled again, and I realised she had taken one of her candles and had poured some of the melted wax onto me. I could feel it cool and tighten on my skin. The sensation of it cooling was incredible, and I made groaning noises, though whether it was from the candle wax or Sandi's expert licking I couldn't be sure. I then felt the wax over my nipple, and the flame must have been close too, because I could feel it against my chest, then my other nipple was covered in hot wax, and then they both slowly dried and cooled, and I could feel it pulling at my nipples as my balls suddenly tightened and I came into my pantyhose, gush after gush of warm cum, soaking my nylons, and I could feel it dripping over my thighs and making its way around to my ass. I could feel Sandi licking at it through my nylons, and her sucking was making the pantyhose wetter and wetter. She soon stopped however, and came over to me. I could feel her warm breath over my face. I opened my mouth as if to kiss her, and she responded by clasping her lips over mine. I could taste the cum in her mouth before feeling it drip into mine.
Her tongue expertly explored my mouth, slowly, teasingly and heavenly. Her hand moved to my nipple and she started to peel back the candle wax that Janet had poured on, and finally breaking through the wax, she clamped her thumb and finger and squeezed my nipple and gently bit my top lip. Janet came over then, and placed her tongue between mine and Sandi's, and the three of us were probing our tongues into each other's mouths, two hands stroking my body, another two hands, by the sound of Janet groaning, on each other and mine tied in the air. Suddenly all attention was turned away from me, and I could hear slurping sounds and groans coming from the other two, then I heard the bed squeak and knew that they both had got onto the bed. I lay there suspended, wanting to watch the two ladies fuck each other, knowing they would do so teasingly while I was incapable of moving to join them.
Janet, as ever, was very vocal in her antics - Sandi was surprisingly quiet- and I could tell that it was Janet on the receiving end, But of what? Sandi's tongue? Fingers? Dildo? Janet's strap on that was now my new best friend?
I screamed in apprehension, wanting to see the action as it unfolded, my dick now waking up again amid my wet pantyhose, Janet screaming loudly in delight, the bed squeaking louder and louder and the headboard banging rhythmically against the wall. It really was too much for me. I started to shake my body, trying to get the attention of the other two as the suspended trap that I was in rattled. Janet just laughed at my predicament.
"Wait your turn will you, besides Sandi's my friend, and if I want Sandi to fuck me and not you, then so be it!!! Just behave yourself bitch, or you'll get fuck all tonight!"
