1. Birthday Session


    Date: 9/22/2015, Categories: Fetish, Author: toelover1974, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    THE BACKGROUND I received the ultimate gift from my wife on my birthday. I had no clue she was getting this ready for me. She did a masterful job protecting it from me so I couldn’t catch on. It helped that I was distracted with work, of course. What was it, you ask? 10-day-old disgusting, smell and sweat-soaked, worn pantyhose, worn at work, to bed (she actually covered them with clean socks so I wouldn’t find out), to the gym, 16 hours a day, for 10 days straight. They were tan colored, somewhat see-through, and set up just to soak up the sweat and smell worse than socks ever could. They were so terrible that she later told me she could not stand to wear them anymore after about day 7, but powered through the last 3 days because she was looking forward to watching me suffer. The day of my birthday, we went to a hotel in a larger nearby town and went out to a fondue place. I noticed she was wearing her terrible brown shoes I mentioned in one of my prior stories. I did, of course, expect the typical nasty foot smell session before I could cum, given that it was my birthday, but I could never have expected the sheer torture I was about to experience after dinner. We were both a little d***k and a little horny at the end of the rather romantic dinner she set up for me, so we went back to the hotel room. She leaned over to me and whispered in my ear on the cab ride back. “Your nose is mine tonight. I am going to push your pathetic little nose worse than I ever have,” she said. ...
    She nibbled my neck and ear lobe a little bit after she said it, and chills ran all over me as I noticed I was already starting to get hard a bit. I still had no idea she was wearing those reeking pantyhose under her brown shoes. THE SESSION We get back to the hotel room, and she pushed me on the bed. She had this absolutely evil grin on her face and said “I have a surprise for you…are you ready?” I was starting to catch on now, far too late to effectively resist. She pulled off her brown shoes, revealing the dirty, filthy, sweat-soaked pantyhose. She has NEVER worn pantyhose for our smell sessions before, and I think my eyes must have widened when I first saw them. I noticed myself actually trembling. They were so filthy that it was visible she must have worn them for days without washing them. It was clear to me I was about to suffer unimaginable torture under her feet. She laughed mockingly at me, and began to talk about them to increase the level of dread/arousal I was suffering at the time. “I have worn them for ten whole days baby.” I tried to respond but my words caught in my throat. “I wore them to the gym, to work, even in bed with you, and you were too distracted with work and everything to even notice. I made sure to cover them with extra clean socks so you wouldn’t notice the absolutely nasty odor they’ve built up.” I was shaking by this point, and she noticed. “Awww,” she cruelly teased, “are you scared of them? That’s good. I’m not letting you cum for a LONG time ...
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