geschrieben von Savannah at am 26.09. um 10:31:17 - als Antwort auf: Re: Dancebelt and tights fantisies von pointeshoes >Part 2>He opened the black box and took a new pair of pink satin pointe shoes from their bag, flexing the shank and slipping them on to my feet one at a time. As he bent in slip the heel over my foot he brushed ever so slightly against my purple lycra encased bulge, sending electric shocks through my body. >He kept it up through three pairs of pointes, having me stand and flex and go up en pointe to check how they fit. The third pair felt like all the others - there's no getting over the discomfort of a new pair of pointe shoes - but they moved with my foot and stayed on through releves and plies. I loved them and loved this hot guy putting me through my paces in trying on the most feminine of footwear. >It was at the last plie at the practice barre that I turned around to face him and stayed in low plie, dropping to my knees and unzipping his fly. I slowly eased out his hard cock and tenderly started sucking on the head , easing him toward the back of my throat. Before I could gag I impaled my mouth on his huge, pulsing member, feeling his balls on my chin. I did this again and again each time loosening up my throat, taking him deeper and deeper. I felt the surge and I hurriedly rammed him into the deepest recesses of my larynx, feeling the pulsing cock in me splashing my insides with his hot cum. I withdrew him at the last few waning spasms, tasting the sperm in my mouth, lolling it around and savoring it like some fine wine. >"Mmm - that was nice" he said, taking his softening cock from my hungry lips. "I think I really have to make sure that you get the same attention">He left and went into the back room, asnd I could hear him on the phone calling someone. He came back in the room to find me stroking myself through my tights, the slightly salty taste of sperm still in my mind. >"I have another surprise for you, but I think we have to get you ready for it. Come on over here and take off your sissy clothes.">I stripped and stood in front of him, cock at attention, as he pulled a bag from behind the register and unpacked a large tube of lube and quite a big pink sparkly dildo. "Turn around and bend over" he instructed me. I did. >I felt the warm presence of his mouth and then his tongue probing my asshole, as it flicked around my entrance. He got bolder as I got wetter - his long tongue now fucking my butt in a perfect rythym. He had such great control, his tongue getting wider and fatter, spreading my hole - just in time to slow down and feel his fingers spreading gobs of lube on me and then pushing the tube up my ass. Then when it felt like the whole tube was up me he gave it a good squeeze and emptied most of it inside my rectum. He slowly withdrew the spent tube and before any could ooze out I felt the head of what could only be the pink dildo pressing into me. >I was in heaven - I moaned and bear down on that shaft, feeling the pop as it passed my sphincter and the rush as my ass took the whole length of it. >He held it in with his fingers and passed the dance belt to me - "Put it on and make sure it holds it in place" I did so and sat down on a bench as he disappeared into the back room again. He came out with the most marvelous costume I'd ever seen. >It was a golden embroidered tutu with sheer sleeves and sequined bodice, a full tutu skirt with lots of stiff crinoline arranged in a beautiful fan. He was also carrying a pair of tan colored fishnets with rhinestones set all over the legs and pair of matching golden pointe shoes with sparkly ribbons. >"Put these on" Like he had to tell me - I think I was already rolling up the fishnets to slide over my smooth legs. Some interesting things were that the gusset was cut out of the crotch of the fishnets and the tutu had a snap bottom. I shouldn't get my hopes up too much, I thought. >I stood in front of the practice barre mirror and plied again and again, going through all the positions and feeling the giant dildo slide in and out of my ass while I felt like a fairy princess. >I could tell my salesman was enjoying watching me as the door unbolted and I saw a large, tall dark man walk through the shop entry. >"Was this the sissyboy you were telling me about?" He said as his eyes roamed all over my body. >More to come....>>>Here's a little fantasy:>>My fantasy would be to go shopping in a smaller dancewear shop later in the day right before closing. I'd slip in right before they closed at 5 and ask the rather good looking salesman behind the counter if he carried those M Stevens dance belts, the lycra ones that fit so snug in the back but felt so silky in the front. >>He'd size me up and ask how I liked the fit - snug or looser. I'd answer back nice and tight, because at first it would be a little uncomfortable, maybe even hurt, but then I'd loosen up and it would fit me as it eased into my ass. >>He'd be amused and disappear in the back coming out with two dance belts and point me towards the fitting room. With a pixyish smile I'd prance back to the room and try on one when I hear him say "Let's see how it looks" I'd come out in just my dance belt and I'd notice that he'd shut the door and locked up for closing. >>"You look good in that one. Hike it up a bit more in the back.And turn around" >>I'd pull up the thong in the back and turn around, bending over slightly , then looking over my shoulder I'd see him looking over my shaved legs and ass. >>"Let's see how it fits in the front" he'd say as he moved towards me "But dont turn around" He'd come up behind me and reach around with both hands cupping my quickly hardening bulge in front. He'd reach inside and grasp my shaft and give it a little pump, then slide his palm up my glans. Then he'd move one hand to my ass and I'd feel the spit-slicked middle finger probe my lycra covered ass, then slowly push inside of me. I'd push back until I was up to his knuckle. >>He'd turn me around and lock lips with mine, tonguing me deeply and working a second finger deep inside me. After a few minutes of hot fingering he'd disengauge and say "I think your hot ass would look good in a few other things - especially those smooth legs of yours. You feel like being a sissyboy a little bit?">>I'd gasp yes as I stroked his cock, now really hard in his tight jeans. He'd go to the racks and pull a package of women's pink seamed tights and a low collared, dark purple 3/4 sleeve lycra leotard off the hangar. "Here put these on - I like my guys not to be so much like guys">>I would be speechless as I'd unwrap the tights knowing that I'd be doing it for someone who'd appreciate me in them as much as I'd like to be in them. I'd sit down and slide the tights over my legs and then pull them up well above my waist. Then I'd slowly step into the leotard and pull it up around my body then work my arms through the slinky lycra. >>"Come over here and sit down" He'd say pulling out a narrow black box. >>"Have you ever been fitted for pointe shoes before?" he'd say looking up at me. >>"I've had a few pairs over the years - but no one has ever fitted me before - I think I'm an 8 and a half narrow" I was so proud of the fact that I had a narrow and feminine foot. >>To be continued....>>>I want to know some of ur guys dance belt and tights fantisies mine is wear i would go to a dancewear shop and some hot young guy would come help me find a dancebelt and tights and i would walk around naked he would try some dance belts on he would be naked . He would walk over and help me AJUST my stuff in the dance belt creating the perfect bulge and then give it a nice gooy kiss WHAT is your fantasy WOW!!! Love your fantasy!!! Antworten zu diesem Beitrag:
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