Candice's Pantyhose Ch. 02

'God, lord all mighty, please forgive me for these thoughts and transgressions.'

She raised her cupped hand to her nose and sniffed it, it had the faint smell of her vagina, and not like pee at all. She dipped her tongue in it. Her mind raced with the flavors she sucked off John's cock, it had a sweet and salty character. She rocked her head back and forth staring at her secretion, her lock of hair waving with the motion. She decided to drink it. She savored it in her mouth, her tongue swishing the liquid around, growing more familiar with the flavor and sensation. She licked her palm clean before she realized what she had just done.

She didn't think to look at her legs, but after analyzing the cum she saw that the orgasm did in fact will her pantyhose back into an ultra-sheer-to-waist, completely seamless pantyhose. They barely looked like 10 deniers, maybe even 5 deniers. They were barely smoke on her legs and lightly cupped her swollen labia and clit. She looked at her womanhood in the mirror and became turned on at the sight of herself in pantyhose in the mirror. The wetness around her crotch had already dried either in the air or the magic of the nylon that was one with her. She still wasn't used to the sight of being hairless.

She decided to try the white mini-skirt on, removing her red micro skirt. The mini-skirt was longer than the other two, even longer than what her beige one from work turned into. She laid it over her crotch, modeling it in the mirror. It was mid-thigh when placed at the tops of her pantyhose waist. She suspected her waistband would be resized to be placed optimally with the skirt. It was a really cute skirt, flaring at the hemline but even now her mind fought with the idea. A day of wearing a micro-skirt to work, the first time in her life wearing something so revealing in both private and public. And losing her virginity to two different cocks from work.

She thought about how she would wear any of her skirts to church if all they did was resize and become shorter and more revealing. Candice examined the price tag on the skirts. Even though work was sponsoring this purchase she was curious. Ten dollars for each of the micro bands and twelve for the mini-skirt. She shook her head thinking about how her hundred-dollar professional skirts were retailored to what equated to a ten or twelve-dollar slut skirt. The material felt similar to her more expensive ones too, they all felt great against pantyhose and tights away.

Candice stepped both heeled feet through the white skirt and wiggled her butt into place. It required a belt to tightly fit but held comfortably on her hips and perky butt.

'Thank you, stair climber and the lord.'

The smokey shade on her legs looked amazing under the white mini, even more, surprising the skirt didn't reshape as she expected. She tilted her hips inward and could just barely see her nylon-coated labia.

'Hmm.' She thought. 'This I think I can live with.'

The shadow of the skirt made her legs a shade darker than the pantyhose were in the dressing room lighting.

The young Candice pinched her butt cheeks in and the white mini fell to the floor. She picked it up and folded it, placing it on the small bench. She redressed in her beige work clothes.

'I wonder what Wolford was thinking, or how they made this.'

She spun on a heel adjusting the skirt, tucking in her blouse, and then grabbing everything before stepping out.

She walked over to the skirts again and grabbed a few more of the minis in her size, different colors.

'Doesn't hurt.' she thought, 'no reason wasting my good skirts.'

She saw a few cute mini-dresses and micro-dresses the next aisle over.

'Good thing I won't have to wear these outside the office.'

She grabbed two of each, a skin tone and off-white micro, grey, and a dark green mini-dress. She passed by the hosiery section and remembered she already stocked up the night before and, if things go the way they seemed, she'll never have to stock up again.

The other side of the store stocked adult novelties. She'd never considered owning an adult toy or even shopping for one. Never even been one to masturbate before the last day or so. She was saving herself for a husband, pure she thought, that is what a good holy man wants. A woman that doesn't defile herself, or is tempted by Satan's toys and impulses. Against her will and holding an armful of short dresses and skirts, she walked to browse the toys.

Candice thought for a moment, 'how could I even use any of these 'things.' Her eyes looked at the assortment of plugs and dongs, most of which she had no idea what any of them were for. She saw phallic shapes small and large, she reached for one that was about the size of her hand, the law firm's head, Harry, who violated her. This was about the same size as his penis, about the of his length and width of his index finger, and flesh-toned. She put the dildo down and looked at some others, a bulbous toy, about the same size, mushroom-shaped. She didn't know what it was but thought about trying it too. The mushroom-shaped toy was soft, her skin tone; about an inch at the tapered base and an inch and a half on the shaft. Much larger than anything that would fit in her pussy. She looked at the other toys that had the mushroom shape, they were all much larger than this one. She thought the two toys would be enough for a beginner that knew nothing of toys and masturbation.

She approached the counter with trepidation. There was an older woman behind the counter, maybe twenty years on her. She raised an eyebrow with everything being placed on the counter,

'Starting a new job, huh?' she asked rhetorically. She picked up and scanned the toys,

'We have a special on lube, want some?' She nodded her head to the wall behind her. Like cigarettes, she knew nothing about what kind of lube did she even need.

Stammering her words, nervous of the question, 'Um, I don't know,' Candice shrugged her shoulders.

'Look, honey,' She raised the mushroom plug up, 'With this one, for sure you'll need lube, I'd recommend this one.'

The clerk reached behind her and presented one with bold font telling you exactly what it was. Water-based Anal Lube.

'Look, with everything you're getting I won't charge you for this. You look like a fish out of water. I do want to ask though.'

She picked up the butt plug and waved it in front of her.

'This is probably the one we sell the least of, if I could suggest one of the ones on the middle shelf, you'll be much happier in the end.'

Candice was mortified. She didn't know what to say, especially after finding out the toy she got was to go in her butt. God would never approve.

'So, here, let me do this for you. I'll give you a two for one deal on this since you're getting this other dildo from me.'

The clerk ran over to the shelf and grabbed one of the butt plugs she was suggesting.

'So this is our best-seller, I can't give this one, but I'll throw in the other one you grabbed. They don't sell and I really want to just get rid of them to make room for these.'

The 'best-seller' was brownish-black, more than twice the size of the one she picked out and it dwarfed the dildo she picked out. Probably seven inched to the tapered top, a more bulbous head on it before it had the same shrunken base, almost the same size as the other one, but more full. She reached to put her hand around the fullest part and her thumb and forefinger had almost an inch between them.

'I could never put this in my butt.' she fearfully thought.

She tried to do the same with the base, it was bigger than the other she picked out by far, her fingers still didn't touch around the girth.

'I don't know.' She told the clerk, shaking her head.

The clerk protested. 'look. I know what you're going through honey. A pretty young girl like you, stripping and hooking is hard. If you don't get this one, your body is going to be destroyed by the end of the month. I was like you once, I wish I had someone like me to guide me.'

Candice didn't know what to say. She was offended. She wasn't a stripper. She wasn't a whore or call girl or slut. She began to get angry.

'How dare you. I'm not'

The clerk stopped her 'Stop honey, just stop. I wasn't going to charge you for the pantyhose you stole, but if you're going to make a scene then I'm going to call the cops.' Candice's face contorted.

'I didn't steal anything!'

The clerk shook her head. 'Honey, We got cameras in every corner of this place. I've had my eye on you since you came in.'

She pulled out her phone and queued a video.

'See there,' She pointed to the video of Candice walking into the store with definitively nude pantyhose, or nothing they were so complimentary to her skin. She looked terrified, guilty of something in the video before she even picked anything up.

'And Then here you are again.'

The video showed Candice feverishly rubbing her pussy in what was clear sheer seamless black pantyhose. The ones she was wearing now. The video even caught Candice drinking her own cum. Candice was shaking, but her body was betraying her again. Her pussy began to squirt involuntarily again, the insides of her thighs were growing wet and she couldn't stop, or even cup herself in front of this lady, a total stranger.

Candice submitted through the orgasm.

'Fine. how much for the pantyhose.'

She didn't even feel like fighting, she had been filmed doing a vile thing. If the church or her parents ever found out she'd be disowned.

'For being a lying, thieving bitch. One hundred.'

Candice knew there was no way the pantyhose here cost that much. That was in the Wolford price range, these were more little more than dime-store brands. She couldn't argue it though. She handed her the company AMEX. The clerk took the card from her rudely.

'AMEX receipts are automatically emailed. You'll get an itemized receipt in your email.'

Oh no. Candice's eyes went wide, fear. The clerk was already bagging the clothes. putting the dildo, small butt plug on top. The cherry was the large brown plug, too big to fit in the bag and plainly visible poking out of the top. She positioned the large bottle of anal lube next to it like she was tending a fancy top-heavy fruit basket.

'Thanks, Mrs. Clayborne. have a good day, and be careful out there.' The clerk finally smiled.

Candice turned on her heel, ashamed of the interaction, now even more embarrassed. She called me by Harry's wife's name. She looked at the floor and saw droplets from her orgasm that the pantyhose didn't catch.

'If only I could have cupped it up, I wouldn't, no, no, what am I thinking. I want to drink my pussy juice? How disgusting.' she walked to the exit, the big brown butt plug staring at her, juices still dripping from under her short skirt. She left the store and the moment she was in her car she began to cry again. She couldn't believe how embarrassed she was, what she had done in a public store no less.

She composed herself and started her car. The large butt plug looked at her as she drove, hell anyone driving by would get a great view, a large African-sized butt plug, lube for it, and her exposed sex hidden by just the lighted shade of sheer black fabric. Her thighs were dry again, the pantyhose were working their magic again but weren't keeping up. They were decidedly damp, no, this was wet, it was dripping down her ass crack onto the driver seat.

'Oh, what I wouldn't give for a pair of pantyhose with a gusset, just to keep up with this.. this.. leak...'

She blew the hair in her face in frustration. A cold wave crept up her legs and crotch. She looked down, her pantyhose hadn't changed but they had a thick cotton gusset where the seamless crotch used to be. The wetness was gone, but not for long, the cotton began to be saturated almost immediately. She blew her hair again.

'Well, that didn't help much.'

She got home and of course, everyone else in town was coming home from work. Half her neighbors saw her and her bag. Bad enough was the contents she hadn't even thought to conceal below the garments. The store's name on the bag left nothing to the imagination, it was graphic with a pole dancer going down on a large toy, similar to the one she just bought! The store's name on the bag didn't even matter with an image like that and a huge African toy tittering out of it.

Candice stood at her apartment door, looked at the cross hanging on it.

'Hey, Candice! yelled a male voice behind her.

Startled, she dropped the bag, the contents spilled out at her feet. The large butt plug larger than her foot it rested on. She knew the voice, it was her neighbor that went to the same church. Justin. She was fumbling with her keys and dropped those too. Instinctively she tried to bend down to collect the contents of her bag and keys, she was unable to bend at her knees, they seized up. She bent down at the hip, skirt showing the man behind her a full view of the soaked cotton panel of her pantyhose. Her labia were fully engorged like a vacuum had been sucking on it all day. She couldn't believe what she was doing. He'd only seen her in a long, ankle-length skirt, never something as tacky and revealing as what she had worn out today. He reached down to help her collect her contents. Unable to ignore what he had touched he dropped the adult toys in disgust.

'I um.' He stood and backed away, 'had a different opinion of you.' He whispered as he walked away. 'I didn't know you were a whore.'

Justin lived two doors down from her, they had carpooled to church, he knows her parents... Candice collected her items and opened the door to her apartment, rushing in. She felt a knot in her gut, and then her pussy gushing another knee-shattering orgasm. She had an empty glass on the side table next to the door and grabbed at it, barely able to control her limbs. She positions the cup at the ring of the cotton gusset, eclipsing her pussy around it as it squirted out a good half-cup full. She was breathing heavy watching the cup at her crotch fill up with each massive squirt. It was warm to her lips, three mouths full. She didn't even think about what she was doing. The salty liquid was perfect to her mouth, chalky and familiar. She slid down the door to the floor and sighed, her legs were splayed out in front of her on the carpet. She wiggled her hose-covered toes in her heels.

She rolled over realizing she might be getting the carpet wet with juices. She sat back on her knees and stared at the bag she had bought. The toys, the butt-plugs. She had heard of them but had no idea what they were before an hour ago. And now she has two. One that she could never put in her. What would her daddy think, an African man's penis-shaped butt toy? If my father ever found out...

'I've never put anything inside me and these pantyhose have turned me into something only the devil would love.'