 
Balletlover - Balletmania
written by Dep on 04.10. at 07:00:18 >>>>Peter was up to his elbows in tights ("One of the benefits of being in charge of shipping and recieving around here." he mused, grinning. Twice today he had to model some new tights for a customer. One, a man, insisted on checking out how they felt on him. The other, a woman of about fifty, marched him immediately into the dressing room marked "W," mentioning in the midst of her "trying on" that a group of women from her office were watching on their home computers. She was roaring with release by the end, kicking the walls with her pink nylon-covered feet as he gently but relentlessly tongued her.>>>Lisa walked in just as he was unpacking...the most HUGE pair of tights he'd ever seen. Big enough for two people, almost. He looked up at Lisa, puzzled.>>>"Hey, they got here! Cool! Should be about a dozen pairs, right?">>>Peter held the tights up like a bouquet. "Yep. Who're these for? Biggest customer I've ever seen is Ms. Barrington, and she's only-">>>"They're for us, Peter. I'll explain later. Hey, Terry!" she suddenly called through the door, "they're here!">>>"Excellent! I'll call the regulars." Terry replied from the front.>>>"Tell 'em this saturday night, about 11, OK?">>>"So let it be written. So let it be done.">>>Lisa took note of Peter's expression. "Trust me." she said, putting her white-tighted feet in her employees lap, "You're gonna love this. But I want to surprise you, so change the subject please...">>>"No sweat, boss. New subject. I understand you wanting to make a couple-three bucks in the porn business, but why go to the trouble of opening and running what appears to be a startlingly unprofitable dancewear store?">>>" Wellll..." Lisa began, squirming her feet in Peter's lap, "give me one of your famous footrubs and I'll tell you, OK?">>>Peter's hands darted to her feet, and began rubbing her gently, brushing his fingertips against her undulating toes. "Well?" he asked after a few minutes passed.>>>"You've met my uncle Enzo, haven't you?" Lisa asked.>>>"Big guy. Looks like Tessio from "The Godfather," right?">>>"Righter than you think, kiddo. Press your thumbs against my arches like thatYES!" she squealed the last word, and waited for the news to sink in.>>>Peter was slower than usual when he had a pretty girl's tights-covered feet in his lap, so he found himself still puzzling. "So?" he finally asked impatiently.>>>"Well, do you know what "money-laundering" is?">>>>Saturday night he found himself poring over his now-huge tights collection. Lisa had just said to wear something "nice," (which meant he was about to star in another video, which was OK with him.) He finally chose something he'd picked up in a store near his house, a pair of sky-blue marble-print opaques, a pair of gray trunks, and a tank top. He stepped into his favorite pair of split-sole boots, then hurried to the car and sped to work.>>>Inside there was a fairly big crowd, with a few new faces. Lisa was holding a box full of oversize tights, and talking to the crowd, all of whom were wearing tights and a t-shirt. Peter quickly skimmed out of his trunks, as the boss explained her latest "promotional" idea.>>>"First prize: this laundry bag. The winner gets to fill it as tight (excuse the expression) with anything in the store (except, of course, the employees...) Second prize is a complete collection of our videos. Third prize: A mandrill's ass.">>>"So what's the game?" Depon asked.>>>"Simple. Each contestant climbs into a pair of these-" she pulled a pair of the oversized tights from the box "with the DH employee of their choice. When I say 'Go!' you have five minutes to keep the employee from wriggling free of the tights. Fastest time wins. No violence, natch, but outside of that, you may use whatever...means...necessary. Who'll start?">>>"I'd better leave." Depon said dejectedly. "Girl won't go for this!">>>"Don't talk about me as if I'm not here," Dea said, cuffing him affectionately. "Who's to say I don't want to compete myself? That's a pretty big bag, and dancewear isn't cheap!">>>Depon beamed, then walked over to Karen and bowed. Karen chuckled and slipped her red-tighted legs into a pair of white "giantights," (as Lisa called them) and lay on the floor, motioning for the trembling contestant to slide in...behind her.>>>Twenty minutes later they were still struggling happily (everybody had forgotten to check the stopwatch,) and Lisa called time. Next up was Dea...with Karen.>>>Peter watched, amazed. There was something so...bent about the whole idea. Perverse, even for a guy who wears tights. His dick throbbed against the tight nylon that restrained it (he was frankly, a little disappointed that the first woman up didn't choose him, nor did the next two. Three bisexual women in a row? Gyp!) But it was only a short time before he was approached by a girl in her twenties named Blair. She had this dark-haired, blue-eyed, Jewish-girl sort of sexiness to her, and whispered in his ear that if he let her win, he wouldn't regret it.>>>He stepped into his "bonds" and lay down as Blair shimmied down into the tights in front of him, facing away. Her bottom slid tightly down against his erection, and she wiggled it from side to side as she struggled into the tights. When Lisa yelled "Go!" Peter tried for one instant to "win," but then instantly froze as the girl began thrashing and struggling against him, her toes writhing and clutching the tops of his feet, her ass sliding up and down against him, wrenching from side to side. She moaned and gasped, and Peter's breath became ragged.>>>He scanned the room (he'd learned to look for where the cameras were.) Nearly everyone was sitting on the floor, gaping at the squirming couple. "D & D" were fondling each other frantically as they stared, and anyone unpartnered was doing the same to themselves.>>>Peter yelled "You win, allright? You win!" as he laughed and gasped, but Blair said nothing. A deep growl arose in her throat as her "struggles" got more rhythmic, the motions now with a precision that spke of years of sexual experience. Her tiny, bucking motions thrilled him more than he'd imagined they could. Her soft, high gasps as she began to come brought deep, uncontrollable moans from his throat. And when she reached back, INTO the over-tights to stroke his undulating behind he lost all control, loudly proclaiming his orgasm to everyone in the room, sliding his hand down the front of her, and frantically scrabbling at her nylon-covered pussy, making her scream with release. His semen fountained into his tights until their thrashing popped the head out from under his waistband, causing the last shots to splatter hotly on the girls leotard.>>>"Truth is," Lisa interrupted as they came back to earth together, "best orgasm of the night wins too." She held the bag out to the panting, crookedly grinning young woman.>>>Afterward, they all shared a Marley as they cleaned up, the customers gone for the night. >>>"Ironic, isn't it?" Peter said to Lisa as they piled up some used tights.>>>"How so?" Lisa asked, her hands on her hips.>>>Peter held up his sticky tights "This is all about "laundering," right?">>>Lisa pulled down a unitard and whipped him with it playfully. 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