Stockings!

I look back into the suitcase and grab some black nylon stockings, feeling their softness....

I roll one up and want to put it on but as I try to bend down I notice how tight the corset is and that I can’t possibly reach my foot without collapsing.

“Let me help you.” Mr. Robertson says and pulls up a chair, gesturing me to sit on the weightlifting bench opposite of him.

I do as he tells me and he sits down with slightly spreaded legs and picks up one of my feet.

His hands feel warm and gentle but strong. Lifting my leg to his crotch he pulls of my sock and lays it down on his thigh and rolls up one of the stockings.....starting to unroll it over my foot and up my leg.

While he does that he blankly stares at my crotch and he can now clearly see my swollen and tied down penis within my thong. the tip leaking wet precum onto the thong and now the bottom of the corset. I am certain he notices but he doesn’t say anything and just stares as his hands reach my thighs as he pulls up the top of the stocking fixing it to the clips on the corset.....I give of a little sigh as his look makes my cock throb even more. His hand glides down my now clothed leg again and he gently lays my foot into his crotch area as he reaches down for my second leg.

As he lets my foot go I can sense something hard underneath his robe, almost as if he has the remote control from the TV stuffed into his pocket. I wiggle my toes a bit to examine it and notice that he briefly closes his eyes and sighs as I do that.

'Oh my god! He is hard from all this! Mr Robertson is actually turned on by me!' My breathing gets faster but I cannot breathe deep because of the corset so sweat starts to form on my forehead. this is so hot I have to concentrate not to just spray cum all over Mrs Robertsons lingerie right away. he continues to put the second stocking on me while my little foot rests against his hard shaft. He must know that I can feel it, he must know that I know.

I watch him closely but he tries to look as comforting and fatherly as always, although his hands are now way slower and more touchy as he pulls up the stocking onto the second foot. As he grabs for the straps to hook the second stocking his fingers briefly brush over the underside of my shaft and I give a little squeeze with my foot on his junk in return.

He leans back again resting my second foot right back onto his crotch next to my first one. his elongated hard shaft now almost visible through the robe lying between my feet.

“These clothes really fit you well” he whispers as he watches me.

“Thank you Mr. Robertson!” I reply giving his shaft another short squeeze between my feet.

Closing his eyes and giving a sigh he continues: “I think Joseph would be fine too, don’t you think?”

“I don’t know. Steve might find that strange if I called you Joseph, wouldn’t he?”

Mr Robertson gives a thoughtful stare, than nods. “You know my ex-wife and I had a rule here in our party room.”

He leans back and reaches with his hand behind the bar...turning a switch. The main light goes out and on go some red lights up on the cupboards flooding the room in even dimmer more sinister light.

“As long as the partylights are on, everything that happens here, stays here.....so if you feel safe here, you can call me Joseph. Steve never knew of my parties in the past and if you want he doesn’t have to know now.”

I swallow hard my mouth running dry.....

My left foot started to slowly rub up and down Mr Robertson's bulge cleary visible now through his robe pressing it against the other foot as he spoke....

“Ok Joseph” I whisper out horny as never before.

A broad smile runs over his face as he starts to undo the belt of his bathrobe.

“What should I call you sweetheart?”

I can’t think straight as I watch him revealing his hairy chest to me. it is all so surreal especially in this dim lit basement.

“Wh...what was the name of your ex-wife?” I blurt out.

“Susan!” he says very passionatly...

I nod. "I....I could be Susan for you.....if you want?

“Yes! Yes you could! Down here you can be anything!” there is almost some mad excitement in his voice as he finally pulls aside the whole robe exposing his thick wet cock. it isn’t as long as Steve's but quite as girthy standing in a forest of dark curly hair.

I gasp in excitement and another thick drop of precum runs down the underside of my shaft continuing down to my balls since my thong is already soaked to saturation.

I clamp josephs shaft between my feet and pull down pulling back his foreskin revealing a very wet, very hard red head.

“Mhh” he moans and closes his eyes. “You know my ex-wife never really wore that particular corset you wear now. I bought is just weeks before she left me. I thought I could make the good times come back but we just fought and I never got so see her wearing it.”

“That is a shame!” I whisper.

“No...no it isn’t. Because now I can see it worn to good use at last. And it fits you better than her I think”

“Oh thank you Joseph” I moan looking at my feet as the stockings get soaked by thick drops of precum leaking out of Mr. Robertsons hard cock.

“You're welcome Susan. I really appreciate your thanks” he moans and leans back shoving his full length against my feet.