Lily was wrapped in sheer black lace lingerie that looked like pure sin: a tiny push-up bra that made her tits spill over the cups, nipples dark and hard under the thin fabric, and full-body pantyhose so glossy they caught every bit of light. The lace tops gripped her thick thighs like stockings, and the sheer nylon stretched tight over her fat little ass, outlining every curve, every dimple, turning her lower half into a fucking crime scene.
I wanted to tear a hole in those pantyhose with my teeth and shove my cock straight into her virgin asshole right there against the door.
She tiptoed to the peephole, ass jiggling with every step, and peeked out.
"Autumn's still out there," she whispered, voice shaky. "She's been on that balcony forever. I swear I was worried you would've gotten cold feat and just turned around and gone back to your floor. I was so scared you'd bail."
I stepped up behind her while she was still looking through the hole, grabbed her hips, and pressed my rock-hard cock right between her nylon-covered cheeks. The fabric was so thin I could feel the heat of her skin, the exact shape of her little ring twitching against my shaft.
"Feel that?" I growled low, grinding slow. "That's how out of control you've got me. I slapped her ass hard, watched the nylon ripple. "This ass in these slutty tights has me ready to kick the door down and take it right in the hallway. I'm not going anywhere, Lily."
She whimpered, pushing back against me, the pantyhose already getting damp where her pussy was leaking through the nylon.
"Promise?" she breathed, still looking through the peephole like she was scared Autumn might hear.
I grabbed a fistful of that sheer black nylon covering her ass, twisted it tight so the fabric pulled against her hole.
"Promise," I said, voice dark. "Now get that fat little ass in the bedroom before I rip these tights open right here and make Autumn listen to you scream."
I scooped her up like she weighed nothing, her nylon-covered legs wrapping around my waist instantly. She attacked my mouth, kissing me deep and desperate, tongue sliding against mine while she moaned into it, still grinding that soaked crotch against my bulge.
"Fuck, you really want Autumn to hear, don't you?" I growled between kisses, carrying her down the short hallway.
"Yes," she gasped, biting my bottom lip. "I want her to know exactly what you're doing to me."
I kicked the bedroom door shut behind us and dropped her on the bed. The city glow through the window lit her up: black lace bra overflowing, sheer pantyhose gleaming, nipples hard, thighs already trembling.
I crawled over her slow, pinning her wrists above her head with one hand, kissing her soft, then deeper, slower, tasting every little whimper. My other hand traced down her throat, over the lace cups, thumb brushing a nipple until she arched.
"Where's the husband tonight, Lily?" I murmured against her lips.
She hesitated, then let it spill, voice small. "Singapore. Another business trip. Three weeks this time." Her eyes flicked away, then back to mine. "He hasn't touched me in months, Alex. Says he's too tired, too busy… I'm just… decoration to him now."
I kissed her neck, slow, letting my teeth graze. "Not tonight," I whispered. "Tonight you're the only thing that exists."
She melted, a shaky little moan slipping out as I dragged my mouth lower, kissing along the edge of her bra, then down the center of her body, tongue tracing the line where nylon met bare skin above the lace tops. Her hips rolled up, begging.
I hooked a finger under the waistband of the pantyhose, right at her lower belly, and tugged just enough for the fabric to snap lightly against her skin.
"These stay on," I said, voice rough but still gentle. "I'm gonna rip them when I'm ready. Not before."
She nodded fast, eyes glassy, totally surrendered.
I slid back up, kissed her again, slower this time, letting our bodies line up perfectly, my cock pressed right against that damp nylon seam between her legs. We rocked together like that, lazy and filthy, breathing each other in, her little whimpers getting higher every time the head of my dick nudged her clit through the tights.
"Tell me what you want," I breathed against her ear.
"You," she whispered, hands sliding under my shirt, nails dragging down my back. "I want you to take the one thing no one's ever had… while he's halfway across the world forgetting I exist."
I kissed her so deep she shook.
"Then turn over, baby," I said, voice low and dangerous soft. "Let me love you filthy."
I rolled her onto her stomach slow, kissing the back of her neck, her shoulder blades, every inch of that sheer black nylon covering her back. She was trembling already, ass up just enough to make the pantyhose stretch tight across her cheeks.
I sat back on my heels and just stared.
That perfect fat little ass wrapped in glossy black, the seam running right down the middle like an arrow pointing to the prize. I dragged one finger down that seam, watching the nylon cling to her skin, watching her hole twitch under the fabric every time I passed over it.
"Remember the subway today?" I said low, voice rough. "You in those tiny denim shorts, packed so tight against me I could feel your ass cheeks part around my cock through the fabric. Whole train watching and you still rubbed back on me like a needy little slut."
She moaned into the pillow, pushing her hips up higher.
"I almost lost it right there," I growled. "Almost yanked those shorts down and fucked you in front of everyone. You felt how hard I was, didn't you?"
"Yes," she whimpered, voice muffled. "I felt it the whole ride… I was scared someone would notice you grinding on my ass…"
I hooked two fingers under the nylon right over her hole and pulled, slow at first, then harder. The fabric stretched, thinned, until… riiiiip.
A perfect fist-sized hole, right over that tiny pink ring. Virgin. Never touched. Tighter than anything I'd ever seen.
I spread her cheeks wide with both hands and just stared, cock throbbing so hard it hurt.
"Jesus fucking Christ, Lily," I rasped. "This hole… it's even tighter than it seemed in the elevator. Remember when I had the tip pressed against it? When the lights came back on and I almost forced it in anyway?"
She nodded fast, breath hitching. "I felt it stretch… just the head… I thought I was gonna split open right there in front of everyone…"
I leaned down, dragged my tongue slow around that freshly exposed ring, tasting her through the torn nylon edges. She cried out, ass clenching hard.
"No one's ever gonna fit in here but me," I said against her skin. "Not your husband, not any other guy. This asshole is mine tonight."
I spat on it, watched it glisten, then buried my tongue deep, licking, sucking, forcing it inside her ring while she sobbed and clawed the sheets.
She looked back at me over her shoulder, eyes teary, lipstick smudged, pure desperation.
"Please, Alex," she begged, voice cracking. "Ruin it. Make it hurt. I need to feel you tomorrow every time I sit down."
I lined my cock up, bare, leaking, and pressed the head right against that impossible little ring.
"Deep breath, Lily," I growled.
Then I started pushing.