Sissy's Pool Boy Craves Her Wet Stocking Cock

The sun beat down on the sprawling mansion pool like it had a personal grudge against shade. Veronica reclined on a oversized lounger in a tiny metallic bikini that barely contained anything important, her full makeup flawless even in the heat—smoky eyes, lashes for days, and glossy red lips curved in perpetual mischief. At twenty-two, the sissy socialite lived for this exact brand of trouble. Her long legs were sheathed in sheer black thigh-high stockings that clung to her smooth skin like a second, sinful layer. The delicate lace tops dug gently into her thighs, and the sheer fabric was already glistening from where she'd lazily trailed her feet through the pool water.

Her new pool boy, Tyler, was trying—and failing spectacularly—to skim the surface with the net. The nineteen-year-old was tall, lean, and sun-kissed, wearing nothing but baggy board shorts and a look of dawning panic. Every few seconds his eyes drifted back to the unmistakable bulge swelling the front of Veronica’s tiny bikini bottom. The thin metallic fabric did nothing to hide the thick outline of her girl-cock, especially when it twitched under his stare.

“Something distracting you, my eager little pool boy?” Veronica purred, voice light and teasing. She lifted one stocking-covered foot from the water, letting droplets cascade down the sheer material before dangling it in the air. The wet nylon shimmered in the sunlight. “You’ve been cleaning the same corner for ten minutes. Or are you just hoping for a closer look at my wet stocking cock?”

Tyler’s ears went scarlet. The net shook in his grip. “I—I’m sorry, Miss Veronica. It’s just… you’re really… um.”

“Really what?” She giggled, a bright, musical sound that made his cock jump visibly in his shorts. “Really hung? Really obvious? Really enjoying how hard you’ve been since you got here?”

His erection was now impossible to ignore, tenting the front of his shorts like a flag of surrender. Veronica’s glossy red lips stretched into a delighted grin.

“Oh, that’s precious. Come here, Tyler. Bring that desperate little hard-on over and rub lotion on my legs. I’m feeling dangerously dry.”

He dropped the net with a clatter and practically tripped over his own feet getting to her. The bottle of sunscreen trembled in his hands as he squirted too much into his palm. When his palms finally met her calves, the contact drew a soft, happy sigh from Veronica. His fingers slid upward, spreading the lotion over the sheer black stockings, tracing the curve of her toned legs with reverent care.

Halfway up her thigh, the words burst out of him like he’d been holding them underwater.

“I want to worship it,” he blurted. “Your… your wet stocking cock. Please. I can’t stop thinking about it.”

Veronica’s laughter rang across the pool deck—bright, wicked, and thoroughly amused. She sat up in one fluid motion, hooked a finger under the edge of her bikini bottom, and pulled the shiny fabric aside. Her thick, smooth girl-cock sprang free, already half-hard and gleaming with a light sheen of sweat. The heavy balls beneath it swayed as she rose to her feet.

“Well, since you asked so prettily…”

She gave his blushing cheek a light, playful slap with the growing shaft. The wet thwack made Tyler whimper. Another slap, then another, each one a little firmer as her cock stiffened to full, impressive length. Veronica laughed again at the pure hunger on his face.

“Look at you. Nineteen years old and already cock-drunk for a sissy socialite’s stocking-clad dick. Adorable.”

She didn’t give him time to answer. Grabbing him by the wrist, Veronica spun him around and bent him over the cushioned lounger. His shorts were yanked down in one swift tug, revealing a tight, smooth ass that made her hum with approval.

“Stay right there, pool boy.”

She slicked her cock with a generous squirt of the same lotion he’d been using on her legs, then pressed the fat head against his entrance. Tyler moaned loud enough for the neighbors to hear as she sank into him in one long, smooth stroke. The sheer stockings on her thighs brushed against the backs of his legs with every thrust, the wet nylon sliding deliciously against his skin.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” she giggled, voice breathy with pleasure. “That’s it—take every inch of this wet stocking cock you’ve been staring at.”

She fucked him with deep, rolling strokes, hips snapping forward so her heavy balls tapped his taint on every thrust. Tyler’s moans turned into desperate, broken sounds as he gripped the lounger cushions. After a few delicious minutes, Veronica pulled out, spun him onto his back, and threw his legs over her shoulders. The new angle let her pound him missionary-style, her slick, stocking-clad thighs flexing as she drove in hard. The wet fabric rubbed against his stroking fingers every time he reached down to caress her legs.

“Stroke them,” she ordered, grinning down at him. “Feel how wet they are while I fuck you stupid.”

He obeyed instantly, hands sliding up and down her sheer thighs while she railed him. Her balls slapped rhythmically against his ass, loud and obscene. Veronica’s glossy red lips parted in a wide, triumphant smile as she felt her climax building.

Without warning she pulled out, climbed up his body, and straddled his chest. Her slick cock, still glistening with lotion and his own juices, slid between her stocking-clad thighs right in front of his face.

“Suck,” she commanded, voice sweet as candy.

Tyler opened wide. She guided her cock between her pressed-together thighs and straight into his eager mouth, the sheer black nylon framing his lips as he sucked her desperately. Her heavy balls rested on the lace tops of her stockings while she fucked his throat with short, quick strokes.

“That’s my good little pool boy,” she cooed, red lips parted in pleasure. “Swallow every drop like the desperate slut you are.”

Her hips stuttered. With a bright, breathy laugh, Veronica came hard, flooding his throat with thick, warm pulses. Tyler swallowed frantically, eyes watering but never breaking eye contact. When she finally pulled free, a thin string of cum and saliva connected her cock to his swollen lips before snapping.

Tyler swallowed one last time, then gave her a dazed, blissed-out smile.

“This is… the best job I’ve ever had.”

Veronica smirked, tucking her spent, glistening girl-cock back into the tiny bikini with practiced ease. She smoothed her stockings, admiring the fresh wet spots and runs he’d left on them with his desperate hands.

“Your new daily duties include pool cleaning, cum swallowing, and making sure my stockings stay wet,” she informed him cheerfully. “Think you can handle that, eager boy?”

Before he could answer, she stood, gave her hips a playful sway that made her ass bounce, and sauntered toward the mansion without looking back. The click of her heels on the tile faded as she disappeared inside, leaving Tyler sprawled on the lounger, shorts around his ankles, cock hard again, and a stupid, happy grin on his face.