Stockings and Oral Sex

I had now pleasured my girlfriend orally and I couldn't wait to do it again, in fact I couldn't stop doing it, at every opportunity.
Every time we got together and things started to get frisky, I would find my way between her legs and would spend hours licking her to orgasm.


She couldn't get enough of it and I was more than happy to oblige, a typical evening would be a few drinks, then back to hers for a coffee and I would then spend whatever time we had, licking her beautiful pussy.
My pleasure took a back seat but I was happy as I went forward on my voyage of sexual discovery.


I started to talk to her about wearing things, sexy things, I told her I preferred black knickers and bra, and I mentioned that I liked it if she kept her shoes on during our sexy times.
She was more than happy to wear black underwear and heels.


I then took the leap and told her how sexy she would look in stockings and suspenders, at first she seemed surprised and said, my mum wears those.
Oh I knew that and as I was fantasising about her mother in stockings.


I said you should buy some, it will be fun, what she did next really shocked me, but in a nice way.
She went to her parents bedroom and came back with a pair of sheer black stockings and a lacy suspender belt.
She said, shall I put them on?
I nearly choked, oh god yeah.


A few minutes later she was standing before me in, black lingerie, complete with stockings, suspender belt and high heels.
I pounced on her and licked her pussy as though my life depended on it, she was cumming and groaning with pleasure, as my cock was about to explode and I really needed to be inside her, I leaned back and she sat astride me and we then fucked like wild animals and I have to be honest, I was thinking of her mum the whole time.


From then on, she would wear stockings at any and every opportunity, at home and when we went out.
We had sex in every park and alley way in the neighbourhood, more often than not I would be on my knees in front of her, licking her while she braced herself for the next orgasm.


As happy as I was, I soon started to want more, more lingerie, more naughty sex in naughty places, and it was around about that time that the kinky me started to emerge.


Now I needed to get kinky, have kinky sex and be a kinky bugger.

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