Candice's Pantyhose Ch. 03

Harry gripped her tit and pulled her off him. It hurt. She clutched her breast in response.

'Put that back in and clean me.' Pointing to the butt plug.

He spoke to her like she was one of his servants. She easily slipped her butt plug back in. His cum was a great lubricant. Her pantyhose healed the hole around her sphincter and buttplug. She got on her knees again and noticed more stool on his dick this time. She drive heaved this time, having to stop herself from vomiting. Harry grabbed her behind the head and pulled her back down on his deflated dick. It hurt, her mouth opening to scream but filled with dirty dick and pubes.

She thought if she finished quickly maybe this nightmare would be over. It took everything she could to lick his crotch clean and not vomit.

Thinking she was done she leaned back on her heels. Harry lifted his tight ball sack. There were sexual fluids and more stool, more revolutions. He pulled her head down, nose in ball sac, lips and tongue bathing his taint and asshole. This was depravity, just when she thought the worse was over. The smell of his crotch was worse here, like the worst cheese and sweat.

'I can tell you are enjoying this.'

How could he tell? She hated it, she just wanted to get out of this mess she was in.

'Stand up. Fix yourself.' he ordered.

She was dazed, confused. Was it over? She pulled her mini-dress down. The balloon at her crotch hung four inches below the hemline of her dress; there was no way she could conceal it. She spoke for the first time. All confidence was out of her voice, she scanned his office.

She was tepid, 'Sir, can I use your cup?'

Harry looked annoyed and quizzical. He nodded.

Candice placed the empty coffee mug around the nylon balloon and the pantyhose started to release the copious amounts of cum she had released. The balloon filled the cup with another three cups worth left. She forgot everything around her, the eyes intently watching her moves. She greedily drank her cum down emptying the cup four times in her mouth. Where the cum came from was just as mysterious. Her belly was full by the time the nylon had deflated and returned to nestle her labia. She was dry to the touch and it was lunchtime, she wasn't even hungry.

'Go back to your desk, or clean yourself up. Take the mug with you. Clean it, make sure no one accidentally has to drink after what you just did.' She could smell the filth on her face. 'We aren't done here, don't think for a minute. Don't think you giving me anal will get you out of this shit you did you little slut. And if you think once about double-crossing me I'll send your little video to everyone in the office and anyone you know.'

The thought hadn't even occurred to her, but now that it was implanted she felt even smaller. She left his office the same way she entered, arms crossed, appearance changed. Blazer disheveled, ponytail needing adjustment, and literal shit stains on her face. She had to get to the bathroom as soon as possible. She passed three young lawyers and couldn't shake that they could smell what she could smell so strongly. They laughed as she walked by, She sank even more.

In the restroom, she roughly washed her mouth and face. She couldn't get the taste of her bowels out of her mouth. Even with soap on her face, she couldn't get the smell out of her head, like it was on her upper lip and it wasn't cleaning off. She looked presentable but psychologically wasn't.

'God forgive me for these depraved acts, guide me as I'm one of your flock. Please lord.' She prayed to herself.

Her heels echoed on the tiles as she went back to her desk. Sitting in her chair she reflected on the toy still in her butt. Sitting down felt comforting again. Why did she enjoy this? She was asking herself and annoyed with the answer.

Most of the afternoon she was busy with work, blocking the leering eyes up her short dress, but only in her head, nothing short of a physical obstruction could block it. She even managed to keep her legs still long enough, not rubbing together, or massaging her vagina to not orgasm all afternoon. Finally back to some normalcy.

'Noticed you weren't at the gym last night.' It was John's voice as he rounded the corner to the reception desk. She wanted to hide.

'Well, that's okay. Harry told me everything. So you'll be at the gym tonight right?' It wasn't a question, he was ordering her, blackmailing her.

She didn't even know how to talk or answer him after he raped her; her mind said no, her body was all yes.

'I'll be there.' her voice cracked a little.

'Good. I can't wait to see what you wear. And,' he leaned in and began whispering, 'I didn't fuck my wife last night so I could save something for that tight body of yours today.'

Her body betrayed her again and her mind recoiled in disgust. This man, made holy vows in church and was using me to commit adultery. His hand was on her nape and squeezed her. She felt a jolt up her back, the hairs on her body all raised at the same time.

She was skeeved out by this guy now, but noticed her pussy was throbbing, her lips filling with blood thinking about what was said and promised to her tight young slit.

The day ended and when she would normally look forward to the gym now had reservations.

She found an empty locker, began unbuttoned the blazer, placed it on a hanger. She pulled her skirt from the waist and over her head. Standing naked sans the seamless nude Wolford's and her four-inch single strap sandals. Candice heard two women behind her gossiping, she heard the words 'buttplug' clearest. She had totally forgotten what was in her ass at this point, almost 24 hours later. She turned around and noticed it was the woman she was analyzing a few nights back. Standing naked too, but still in their sheer-to-waist black pantyhose. Both without pantyhose again. One with a landing strip of pubic hair the other was fully shaved like her. She caught herself staring at their crotches. They noticed too.

'Who wears a buttplug to the gym?' the brunette said. The other laughing.

'What are you staring at, slut?' the other said starting to peel her nylons down.

Candice turned again, there was that word again. It stung her. She knelt down and began to unstrap her heels and then put them away. The other women had already removed their hose and were dressing in their running pants and sports bra. Candice did the same but was unable to remove her pantyhose, she kind of wanted to by habit, but she was constantly reminded of how comfortable they were.

She had small lycra shorts that were shorter than her dress. Her pantyhose waist reshaped to the lower waistline. The cool feeling was pleasant and had an addictive quality. She put on a matching sports bra then slipped into her running shoes. She did some stretching and felt the hose compress and hug her legs with every move.

'God these feel so good.' Her hands were hugging her legs, rubbing the sheer fabric.

She found a treadmill in the front row and started slow. She didn't see John around which was a relief. Running with the butt plug was... different. If she didn't have the pantyhose keeping it in place she wasn't sure if it would stay in her. She could feel her sphincter tighten and loosen, relaxing around the plug. With each movement she was fucking her ass with tiny movements, she had to pause and hold on to the side rails. She could feel her vagina on the brink of another orgasm.

There were two guys on the treadmills behind her, 'yeah, that's what it looks like.'

'No way a hottie would work out with one in.' the other said.

'She must really be into anal.' The first one said.

Candice's heart sank. Am I? After one anal session into anal? She tried to train out the voices and eyes on her. This place is no better than the office. She stepped up and continued the pace she set, a fuck-it mentality when she let the orgasm hit her. The fucking sensation in her ass was too much to ignore. She could feel her shorts begin to bulge like she had balls or a water balloon between her legs. The swishing of the captivated liquid felt heavenly to her as she ran. Coming down from the high she felt a strong finger tap her shoulder.

'Nice plug Candice, guess I know what muscle you wanted to work tonight.'

She didn't have to turn to know who tapped her, to make the insinuation.

'Should we skip right to it?' John said laughing in his voice.

Candice looked at him squarely and beamed her eyes, what anger and confidence she could allow.

It didn't take John a second to notice, 'What do you have between your legs. Trying to pretend you have balls now?'

And just like that, he'd taken her back down below him. He stopped the treadmill and took her hand gently. She stepped off and followed him, not sure why she was holding her rapist's hand. John took her to the men's locker, she began to resist but he strengthened his grip and pulled her in. John put his hand around her throat and angled her face up.

'Such a beautiful slut.' He had to lean down to kiss her but he stopped short and sniffed.

'Candice the slut is an ass muncher? Damn. Hope you're hungry tonight.' He let go of her neck and her face fell in defeat. John lifted her sports bra, peeling the sweaty fabric from her skin freeing her breast. He grabbed each nipple and pinched them.

'I bet no ever plays with these little things.' He said rhetorically. No had had, she had never been with anyone but her attackers. He slapped each one causing her to fold in defense, crossing her arms on her breast.

John laughed. 'Let's see if your shitter is as tight as your pussy.' He forced her around and pulled her shorts down and flung them across the locker room. Her pantyhose betrayed her opening around the butt plug for the attacker.

'No, please don't.' She said weakly.

'You're telling me no? When you've been slutting around? Don't lie to yourself Candice, I saw the way you looked at my cock the other day. The way your pussy and mouth devoured it. You're going give me that ass just the same way you understand?'

He had grabbed her jaw and preached it to her. John grabbed the base of the plug and pulled it out. Candice felt the cool air rush into her gaping hole.

'Whats this liquid sac around your pussy? Disgusting.'

John pushes Candice forward, she caught herself on one knee and both arms on a bench. He had dropped his pants and was fully erect; this had excited him. She heard him spit heavily into his hand and then positioned his massive cock at her sphincter. She felt herself have to open larger than she ever had before. Just John's dick head popped past her shitter. She felt an orgasm start to foam. John let a deep moan out, he was enjoying himself.

'Fuck, Candice, not even my wife could get my dick in her ass. She gave up long ago.'

He pulled the head out and then back in, the shaft going deeper with each thrust. He was deeper than Harry had been and she felt herself push back as he thrust in another inch. She could feel each pulse his cock gave her in her bowels. He looked down at the scene, hands resting on her nyloned ass.

'Damn slut, deeper, deeper.'

Two more thrusts and his nine-inch cock was balls deep. She ground her ass back into him trying for more. His cock had gone past her anus and into the intestine track. John could feel the difference in her, he didn't know if he could last.

'Candice, I've never done...'

And she started squeezing his cock with her asshole. He grabbed her hips and bottomed out in her spilling his day's allotment into her intestines. The ejaculation was violent in her, she could feel the massive member throbbing, pulsing, and spitting into her. He pulled out and back in and began fucking her ass with vigor. The balloon on her pussy grew again. Her legs were shaking, his hands on her hips were actually keeping her balanced.

Three men entered the locker room talking to each other, stunned when they saw the scene. Petite Candice with her sports bra pulled up above her breast, nude pantyhose, and running shoes. A hulking man behind her fucking her ass roughly.

Squishing sex sounds were becoming loud. John wasn't going to last much longer for a second orgasm. He stood static and began moving her hips back and forth until he no longer needed to. Candice began fucking his cock instinctually. His hands left her silky hips and just watched as his cock vanished into her guts. He began ejaculating again. This time the milky white jizz was escaping her asshole around his fuck stick. He stayed in her for a moment but she kept fucking his cock. John marveled as he could feel her body orgasming below him, ass sucking on his dick. He had an idea.

John pulled out of her, her asshole a black hole, pink and red covered in white cum. She was moving her hips back and forth in the air, she opened her eyes to look behind her. There was a line forming. John moved in front of her and she grabbed his dick with her right hand and kissed the head. One of the guys behind her had dropped his shorts and was using his dick to collect the cum dripping from her ass, as a lubricant before he put it in. He was smaller than John by a lot, but she felt the sensations and fucked him back.

Johns' dick was covered with her insides and chalky, salty flavored. She was only able to get the head in her mouth but used her tongue on the shaft. Her eyes were closed in depravity as she sucked her shit off his dick.

'You better get it all off. I don't want my wife finding your shit all over my dick.'

The guy behind her was cumming. His fingers were digging into her hips. He pulled out and another stranger replaced him, slightly bigger and much longer. He bottomed out in her too, deeper than John had. Her body spasmed under the assault. The balloon swelled more, close to the capacity it was this morning with Harry.

When the second stranger pulled out of her she felt like her insides were dragging out with him. She could feel the cum dripping out of her and onto the floor. What didn't touch her pantyhose was a brown white liquid mass on the men's locker room floor. What hit her legs or ass was being absorbed by her nylon. Her pantyhose had taken on a high gloss sheen.

The longer cock entered her mouth and she managed to get it to the back of her throat. The man grabbed the back of her head and she gagged, choking on the meat. He forced himself down her throat. John high-fived the guy.

'Nice work fella.'

'Where'd you find this piece of ass, she's amazing. The perfect woman.' the second guy said.

'Perfect slut maybe, she's the office ass, won't be long before she's be had by all the guys there.' John said bitterly to Candice. He used his cock to wipe away the tears in her eyes, either from the throat fucking or her new reality.

Candice was too distracted. The last guy positioned himself.

'Hey, is her pussy off limits or something? Should I wear a rubber with the slut?'

Candice tried to protest but the cock in her throat prevented audible words. She didn't want to waste her cum.

'Have at it brother.' John said, 'Tightest pussy I've ever had. I made her bleed yesterday.'

Candice realized he didn't know he took her virginity yesterday.

The man behind her pushed his cock at her nylon cum balloon and it pierced through. The nylon unable to hold back the intrusion burst on her, covering her legs and the floor with her precious juice.

'Nooo.' she cried though the cock fucking her mouth. More tears streamed down her small face.

The dick in her pussy was welcomed even if she didn't want to waste her drink for the night.

'Shit man, you're right, this is tight.' the bro said.

Candice was rocking back on him now.

'Ah, she's got a magical cunt man, it's sucking me like none I've had before. '

He was deep in her, the pantyhose wrapping his cock in her love tunnel was actually sucking him. Candice was in love with the nylon inside her, the ultra-soft Wolford fabric was lining her insides with each fucking thrust. He grabbed at her hips as he planted his seed. She was done with the longer cock in her mouth. She had to rub her jaw, it was sore. She looked down at the pool of her cum on the bench and floor and felt cheated. The guy behind her pulled out and put his dick in her face.

'You like the taste of your own used cunt I hope. Get all that stench off me so my girlfriend doesn't find it.' He smelled salty, sweaty. All these guys had shaved cocks too, much easier than a bush to lick clean.

'Hey guys, she's into assholes, so make sure she gets to clean yours.' John projected stepping up to the last guy getting his dick cleaned.

All the guys laughed.

The cum in her pussy didn't last long, it was sucked into the pantyhose as the hose started to reform around her sex. The guy she was cleaning put his hands behind her and started pushing the hose into her still gaping asshole, she began cumming, squirting a new nylon balloon. The guy pulled out of her mouth and walked behind her, using three fingers to force the seamless nude material into her used asshole. The nylon became more fluid for him, it was reaching inside for him.

'Wo, guys look at this chick's pantyhose. Did you notice this?' He pointed to how it was cleaning her butthole out, all traces of thick ropey cum were gone. Candice was in heaven again. The nylon working over her asshole and insides was flooding her pussy again.

John straddled the bench Candice was on and bent at his hip, spreading his cheeks. Candice placed one hand on his naked ass and darted her tongue to his taint and sphincter. It winked at her, hairy and fragrant. Not any worse than what she had been licking off the dicks. She probed her tongue into his ass.

'That's right. Tongue fuck my asshole slut.' John shouted with a laugh.

At some point, one of the guys retrieved his phone and began recording.

'This is legendary.' He cheered.

After a few minutes of getting his asshole bathed with her tongue, the next guys stepped in. The last guy was still finger fucking pantyhose into her ass. Some of them were becoming bored after the wanton women were done cleaning them and started dressing. John was done with Candice too.

'I got to get back to my wife.' He said.

The other guys all chimed similar tones. 'Yeah, my girlfriend is making dinner. Hey, is this slut going to be back, I want to try that pussy next time.'

'Oh yeah, she'll be here again. Won't you honey?'

Candice had her forehead on the bench, she was resting her jaw and eyes. She could smell the filth coming off her exhales. She wanted to go home.

The last guy was growing tired of finger fucking her tightening ass.

'Hey slut.' he said. Candice looked up.

He offered his fingers to her. She put them in her mouth, sucking them clean.

He left her in the men's locker room used. They all did. Her pantyhose were working a cooling sensation over her legs. The cum she spilled was soaked up giving renewed energy to the fabric. She pushed off her shoes and used her hosed feet to walk in the pool of cum. The nylon sucked up everything she walked on. Her feet remained damp.

Candice slipped her feet back into her running shoes. Pulled her top over her bust. Then went to the other side of the room and recovered her shorts. She tried to exit the locker room as sleuthing as possible. Her step was still shaky and she still had a small cum balloon at her pussy.

She snuck into the women's locker room and headed straight for the sink. She scrubbed at her face and lips, slurping water and spitting it out. Splashing water into her face.

Candice felt at her backside and realized she wasn't wearing her plug.

'Oh no.' She worried.

She crept back into the men's locker room and luckily it was still vacant. It smelled like her ass and sweat. She found the butt plug under a rear bench. She grabbed it and hurried back to her locker. She threw the plug into her bag and made an exit for home.