Sissy's Muscular Mover Surrenders to Her Sheer Stocking Cock

Sissy's Muscular Mover Surrenders to Her Sheer Stocking Cock

The new apartment still smelled of fresh paint and cardboard. Sunlight slanted through the bare windows, catching on the dust motes that swirled every time Derek hauled another heavy box up the stairs. He was exactly what Sissy had hoped for when she booked the movers—six-foot-three of thick, corded muscle, broad shoulders straining the grey company polo, forearms veined and glistening with sweat. His jeans hugged a powerful ass and thick thighs that flexed with every step.

Sissy stood in the middle of the living room in full sissy regalia: glossy makeup with sharp winged liner and glossy red lips, a skin-tight black pencil skirt that barely reached mid-thigh, and the sheerest black stockings money could buy. They shimmered like liquid glass under the light, clinging to every inch of her long, smooth legs. Beneath the skirt, her cock was already half-hard, the thick shaft and plump head clearly visible through the delicate nylon, stretching the material into a lewd, obvious bulge that swayed when she moved.

Derek tried not to look. He really did. But every time Sissy bent over to point out where a box should go, the skirt rode higher, the stockings whispered, and that fat cock-print pressed obscenely against the sheer weave. His breathing grew heavier. His neck flushed crimson.

“Careful with that one,” Sissy purred, voice soft and feminine. She leaned forward over a stack of boxes, deliberately arching her back so the skirt tightened across her ass. The glossy nylon caught the light, flashing like wet silk. “It’s fragile… but I’m not.”

Derek’s grip tightened on the box. His cock had been throbbing for the last twenty minutes, trapped uncomfortably down the leg of his jeans. He could feel the wet spot forming where his leaking tip kept rubbing against the denim.

Sissy turned slowly, letting him see everything. The way the stockings hugged her calves, the delicate reinforced toes, the way her cock pulsed visibly beneath the nylon, thickening further under his stare. She took one deliberate step closer, the slick shhhick of nylon on nylon filling the quiet room.

Derek set the box down with a grunt. His massive chest heaved. “Look… I don’t know what kind of game this is, but—”

Sissy lifted one leg and let her stocking-covered foot brush lightly across the front of his bulging jeans. The sole of her foot pressed against the rigid length of him, toes curling slowly over the fat head. She felt it jump hard against her arch.

“Oh my,” she whispered, eyes widening with mock innocence. “Is that all for me?”

Derek’s resistance snapped like a dry twig. A low, broken groan tore out of his throat. His hips twitched forward involuntarily, grinding his massive erection against the silky sole of her foot.

Sissy smiled, slow and wicked. She kept rubbing him with her foot while her manicured hand slid down her own body. Delicate fingers traced the thick ridge of her cock through the sheer stockings, stroking it lovingly from balls to tip. The nylon was so fine she could feel every vein, every throb. Pre-cum had already soaked a dark wet spot at the head, making the material cling transparently to her swollen glans.

“I’ve been watching you stare at my girl-cock for an hour, Derek,” she murmured, voice husky. “Such a big, strong man… and all you want is to drop to your knees and worship this pretty stocking cock, isn’t it?”

She squeezed herself, milking another thick bead of pre-cum that bloomed against the nylon like liquid diamond. Derek’s eyes were glued to it, pupils blown wide with raw hunger.

“Fuck…” he breathed, voice ragged. “I… I shouldn’t…”

“But you will.” Sissy’s foot pressed harder, stroking him with long, luxurious drags of silky nylon. “You’re going to rip these stockings open and suck my cock like a good boy. Then I’m going to bend you over that couch and fuck your tight ass until you’re begging for my cum. Say yes, Derek. Tell me you want it.”

His massive hands clenched at his sides. Then, with a shuddering exhale that sounded like surrender, he growled, “Yes. Fuck yes. I want it. I want your cock.”

The words had barely left his mouth before he dropped to his knees with a heavy thud that shook the floor. His big hands shot up under Sissy’s pencil skirt, grabbing the delicate waistband of the stockings. With a savage rip, he tore the sheer nylon right at the crotch, the sound obscenely loud in the quiet apartment. Cool air kissed Sissy’s freed cock and balls as they sprang out, thick, veined, and glistening.

Derek didn’t hesitate. He lunged forward and swallowed her cock to the root in one greedy motion. Wet heat engulfed her. His throat convulsed around her shaft as he buried his nose against her smooth belly, sucking hard.

“Fuck, yes,” Sissy hissed, both hands fisting in his short hair. She rolled her hips, fucking his face with slow, deep strokes. The torn edges of the stockings framed her cock beautifully, the glossy black nylon contrasting against her flushed skin. Derek’s tongue worked frantically along the underside, lapping at every vein, sucking the pre-cum straight from her slit like he was dying for it.

Sissy’s breath hitched as she watched his muscular throat bulge with each thrust. “That’s it… suck my girl-cock, you big strong mover slut. Look at you on your knees for a sissy half your size.”

She pulled out suddenly, strings of saliva connecting her glistening cock to his panting lips. Before he could protest, she grabbed his shoulders and spun him around, shoving him face-down over the arm of the couch. Derek’s jeans were wrenched down roughly. His ass was glorious—thick, powerful, and surprisingly smooth. Sissy tore the rest of the crotch of her stockings wider, lined up her slick cock, and drove forward in one long, relentless thrust.

Derek’s deep groan echoed through the apartment as his tight ring stretched around her. The heat was incredible. Sissy didn’t give him time to adjust. She gripped his hips and started pounding him in raw, balls-deep doggy-style, the torn nylon of her stockings rasping against his skin with every slam. One hand reached underneath him, wrapping his massive leaking cock in the torn, silky remains of her stocking and stroking him in time with her thrusts.

“Goddamn, your ass is greedy,” she panted, hips slapping loudly against his muscular cheeks. “Taking every inch like you were built for sissy cock.”

Derek could only moan and push back, meeting every brutal thrust. The couch creaked dangerously beneath them.

Sissy suddenly pulled out, cock glistening with his ass juices. She sat down on the couch and yanked him on top of her, facing away. “Ride me. I want you to watch my cock disappear inside your hole.”

Derek straddled her reverse-cowgirl, thick thighs flexing as he lowered himself. Sissy held her cock straight up. They both watched—his powerful body sinking down, her thick girl-cock stretching him open again, the torn black nylon of her stockings framing the filthy sight perfectly. When he bottomed out, Derek’s head fell back with a guttural moan.

Sissy gripped his waist and started thrusting up hard, impaling him over and over. One hand returned to his cock, stroking him through the shredded nylon while her own cock speared his prostate on every stroke.

The room filled with the wet sounds of flesh, the creak of the couch, and their desperate moans. Derek’s massive body shuddered as he rode her faster, impaling himself with shameless hunger.

“I’m gonna cum,” he gasped, voice wrecked.

“Me too,” Sissy snarled, pounding up into him with everything she had. “Cum on my stockings, you fucking muscle slut—”

Derek’s roar shook the walls. His cock erupted, thick ropes of cum splattering across the torn sheer nylon, soaking the delicate material until it clung transparently to Sissy’s stroking fingers. The sight and the rhythmic clench of his ass pushed Sissy over the edge. She buried herself to the hilt and unloaded, pumping jet after jet of hot cum deep into his spasming guts.

They stayed locked together, trembling, breathing hard.

After a long moment, Derek slowly lifted off her spent cock. He slid down to the floor between her spread thighs, pressing reverent, open-mouthed kisses along the silky tops of her stockings, licking at the cum that had spilled onto the glossy nylon. His voice was hoarse, wrecked, and utterly submissive.

“Please… let me be your regular moving slut. I’ll come whenever you want. I’ll carry every fucking box in the city if it ends like this.”

Sissy smiled down at the big, broken man kissing her cum-stained thighs. She slid her softening, slick cock between his eager lips.

“Clean me up, muscle toy,” she whispered possessively, fingers gentle in his hair as he began to suck with slow, worshipful devotion. “From now on, this cock owns you.”

Derek’s only answer was a deep, grateful moan as he took her cum-slick girl-cock to the back of his throat once more, eyes fluttering shut in total surrender.