Sissy's Hot Neighbor Begs for Her Stocking-Clad Cock

The late afternoon sun warmed the wooden balcony as Lexi stepped outside in her favorite outfit: a tiny pink crop top, a flouncy plaid skirt that barely covered her ass, and sheer black stockings that clung to her long, smooth legs like a second skin. Her makeup was flawless—smoky eyes, glossy pink lips, and a bouncy platinum wig that framed her heart-shaped face. Between her thighs, her thick cock made an unmistakable, heavy bulge against the delicate nylon, the head clearly outlined for anyone who cared to look.

She hummed to herself, watering the little row of herbs with a bright pink can, completely unaware that her muscle-bound neighbor was staring slack-jawed from his own balcony ten feet away.

Chad had been trying to grill a steak when movement caught his eye. One glance at the prominent, stocking-sheathed cock swaying gently as Lexi bent over her plants and his brain short-circuited. The big, dumb jock—six-foot-three, two hundred and forty pounds of gym-built muscle—felt his mouth go dry and his own cock surge so fast it hurt.

“Uh… hey,” he called out, voice cracking like a teenager.

Lexi glanced over, one perfectly arched brow rising. “Hi, Chad.”

He gripped the railing so hard the wood creaked. “I, um… I can see your… your dick. In the stockings. It’s… really fucking obvious.”

Lexi’s lips curved into a wicked little smile. She straightened up, deliberately letting her skirt ride higher so the full outline of her thick seven-inch cock was framed perfectly against the sheer black nylon. “Oh? You like what you see, big guy?”

Chad’s face went scarlet. He looked like a golden retriever who’d just been shown a new squeaky toy. “Can I… can I come look closer? Please? Just real quick. Through the fence. I’ll be good. I swear.”

Lexi laughed, a bright, musical sound. “You want to stare at my cock through the fence like some kind of perverted yard gnome? That’s adorable.”

“Please, Lexi. I can’t stop thinking about it now. It’s so… pretty. And thick. And the way the nylon stretches around it—” He cut himself off with a mortified groan.

She turned the hose off and leaned against her railing, letting him see everything. “You’re supposed to be this big tough dude who bench-presses cars or whatever. And here you are begging the sissy next door to show you her cock. Pathetic. Cute. But mostly pathetic.”

“I know,” Chad whined. “I don’t care. Just… let me see it up close. I’ll do anything.”

Lexi considered him for a long moment, tapping one manicured nail against her watering can. The sexual tension crackled between their balconies like summer lightning. Finally she sighed theatrically.

“Fine. Come over in ten minutes. Back door’s unlocked. But you’d better behave, Chad. Or I’ll send you home with the worst case of blue balls in human history.”

She didn’t wait for his answer. She simply turned, giving him a perfect view of her round ass and the way the stockings shimmered over her thighs, and disappeared inside.

Exactly nine minutes and forty-three seconds later—Lexi timed it—Chad was knocking frantically on her back door like an overexcited puppy. She let him wait another thirty seconds just to watch him squirm through the peephole, then opened it.

The huge man practically fell into her living room. He was wearing a tight white tank top that did nothing to hide his ridiculous muscles and gray gym shorts that were already tented obscenely.

“Hi,” he said breathlessly. “Thank you. I know this is weird. I just—your cock in those stockings. I can’t stop thinking about it. I’ve been jerking off for three days straight thinking about it. I even… I even stole a pair of your stockings off your laundry line last week. I’ve been sniffing them while I cum. I’m so fucking sorry but I’m also not sorry at all.”

Lexi’s eyes widened, then she burst into bright, helpless giggles. “You absolute degenerate. You’ve been huffing my worn pantyhose like a pervert raccoon?”

Chad dropped to his knees right there on her fluffy pink rug, looking up at her with big, desperate puppy eyes. “Yes. I’ll give them back. Or not. Whatever you want. Just please let me worship it. I need it. I’ll do anything, Lexi. I’m so hard it hurts.”

The sight of this towering, muscle-bound jock on his knees begging so shamelessly made something hot and mean bloom in Lexi’s belly. She stepped closer until the heavy bulge in her stockings was inches from his face. Chad’s eyes crossed as he stared at it, breathing hard.

“Look at you,” she cooed, voice dripping with mock sympathy. “Big strong Chad. Captain of the gym. Probably tells all his bro friends how much pussy he gets. And here you are on your knees begging to suck the sissy’s cock through her stockings. Say it.”

“I’m begging to suck your cock through your stockings,” Chad groaned, voice hoarse. “Please, Lexi. I’ll be your good boy. I’ll be whatever you want.”

Lexi’s own cock twitched hard inside the nylon, leaking steadily now. The laughter and teasing had pushed them both past shame into pure frantic need.

“Fine,” she said, voice suddenly husky. “Couch. Now.”

Chad scrambled up and practically dove onto her pink velvet sofa. Lexi sauntered over, hips swaying, then sat down regally and spread her thighs. She lifted her skirt, revealing the full, obscene bulge. The sheer black stockings were already damp at the tip where she’d been leaking.

“Take it out with your teeth,” she ordered.

Chad dove in like a starving man. He nuzzled his face against the warm, silky nylon, inhaling the scent of her cock and the faint perfume of her lotion. His teeth carefully caught the waistband and tugged, peeling the stretchy material down just enough to free her thick cock. It sprang up, heavy and flushed, the head glistening. The torn pantyhose clung around the base like a lewd cock ring.

“Suck it,” Lexi commanded, trying to keep her voice steady even as giggles threatened to spill out again. “And don’t you dare use your hands yet, Mr. Big Tough Man.”

Chad moaned like he’d been granted heaven. He wrapped his lips around the head and sucked greedily, the wet sounds instantly filling the living room. He was enthusiastic but sloppy—lots of spit, too much teeth at first, gagging himself when he tried to take her too deep too fast.

“Oh my god,” Lexi laughed, threading her fingers through his short hair. “You suck cock like a drunk sorority girl. Slower, Chad. Use your tongue. There we go… mmm, that’s better. Look at you. Such a big dumb jock and you’re already drooling all over my stocking-clad cock. How does it feel knowing this is what you were made for?”

Chad whimpered around her thickness, eyes watering but never leaving hers. He bobbed faster, trying desperately to please her, his own massive erection tenting his shorts and leaving a dark wet spot.

After a few minutes of relentless teasing and sloppy worship, Lexi pulled him off with a wet pop. “Enough. Kitchen table. Bend over.”

Chad moved so fast he nearly tripped over his own feet. He bent over the sturdy wooden table, shoving his shorts and briefs down in one motion. His ass was pale, muscular, and perfectly smooth—clearly he’d been manscaping in hopeful preparation.

Lexi stood behind him, stroking her slick cock. She reached down and ripped the crotch of her pantyhose wider with a loud tearing sound, exposing her balls and giving her cock full freedom. Then she stepped up, pressed the fat head against his tight hole, and pushed.

“Fuuuuck,” Chad moaned, long and low, as she sank into him.

Lexi gripped his hips and started fucking him in deep, punishing strokes. The sound of her hips slapping against his muscular ass filled the kitchen, mixed with Chad’s desperate groans and the wet squelch of her cock driving into his hole. She laughed breathlessly the whole time.

“Look at you taking every inch, you pathetic muscle slut. This is what you wanted, isn’t it? Sniffing my stockings like a degenerate and now getting your ass wrecked by the girl next door. Say thank you.”

“Thank you,” Chad gasped, pushing back onto her cock like he was trying to impale himself deeper. One of his big hands was frantically jerking his own massive dick. “Thank you, Lexi—oh god, harder—”

She gave him harder. The table creaked dangerously under the force of her pounding. After a few minutes she pulled out, spun him around, and dragged him back to the couch. She pushed him onto his back in missionary, climbed between his thick thighs, and sank back into his stretched hole in one smooth thrust.

This position was even better. She could watch every desperate, humiliating expression cross his handsome face as she railed him. Chad’s eyes rolled back. His mouth hung open. Every deep stroke made his heavy cock slap wetly against his abs, leaking all over himself.

“You’re gonna cum from getting fucked by a sissy in torn stockings, aren’t you?” she panted, grinning down at him.

“Yes—fuck—yes I am—”

Lexi fucked him faster, the ruined pantyhose rasping against his skin with every thrust. The pressure built fast and vicious. She buried herself to the hilt and came with a high, sweet cry, pumping rope after rope of hot cum deep into his clenching ass.

Chad followed seconds later, shouting as his own cock erupted all over his chest and abs in thick white streaks.

For a moment the only sound was both of them panting, sweaty and spent.

Finally Chad spoke, voice small and shy. “Um… can I keep the torn, cum-stained stockings? As a souvenir?”

Lexi blinked, then started laughing so hard she had to pull out of him and sit back on the couch. She peeled the ruined, cum-dripping pantyhose down her legs, balled them up, and shoved the sticky mess straight into his mouth like a gag. Chad’s eyes widened but he moaned happily around the nylon.

“You can keep those,” she said, still giggling as she stood up on shaky legs and smoothed her skirt down. “But you’ll have to earn a fresh pair every week from now on, stocking slut. Same time next Friday. Don’t be late.”

She gave his flushed cheek a patronizing little pat, then sauntered toward the front door on bare legs, hips swaying. Without looking back she opened the door, stepped outside into the warm evening air, and walked out, leaving the well-fucked, blushing jock sprawled on her couch with her cum leaking from his ass and her ruined stockings stuffed in his mouth.

The door clicked shut behind her with a soft, satisfied sound.