The hero in tights.

Peter stood there like the most ridiculous knight in tights the world had ever seen. In his panic, he’d snatched up a pair of cheap, shiny black nylon tights from somewhere in the club – far too tight, far too see-through. The thin fabric stretched like a second skin over his thighs and his semi-erect cock, which stood out clearly as an embarrassing bulge, the tip already damp again with sweat and leftover cum from the glory hole. The tights were already torn at the knees, and every step made his balls rub together with a squeaking sound. He looked like a loser in fancy dress, trying to play the great saviour, whilst his own girlfriend next to him still looked like a living, dripping fuck toy.

“Baby… let me free you from this shit first,” he muttered hoarsely, as his fingers wandered to the thick red ball gag. He undid the straps, pulling the huge, saliva-drenched rubber ball from her wide-stretched mouth. Immediately, a long, thick thread of saliva and residual pussy juice oozed over her swollen, glistening lips, ran down her chin and dripped heavily onto her heavy tits, tortured by the clamps. Lisa coughed softly, instinctively licking her lips and still tasting Susi’s creamy pussy juices.

Peter swallowed hard. He couldn’t help himself – his hands moved on to the silver nipple clamps. With a quick, cruel tug, he pulled the first one off. Lisa cried out, a high-pitched, lustful whimper, as the blood rushed back into the swollen, dark-red nipple and a burning, pleasurable pain shot through her entire body. The second followed immediately. Her tits swayed heavily, the nipples now rock-hard, sensitive and glowing red, whilst she trembled with lust. Thick drops of fresh pussy juice oozed from her still wide-open cunt and ran in glistening trails down the insides of her thighs.

Finally, Peter reached for the thick black vibrator, which was still buried deep inside her soaking wet, twitching cunt. He gripped the vibrating shaft, turned it slowly once, and then pulled it out with a long, smacking, obscene sound. A veritable gush of hot, creamy pussy juices followed – thick, whitish, glistening – and squirted in a long stream from her suddenly empty, gaping, rosy cunt onto the floor. Her inner labia remained open for a moment, pulsing, revealing the wet, red interior of her horny, abused pussy, before slowly, greedily closing again. The vibrator was covered all over with her juices, glistening as if freshly licked.

Now she stood completely naked before him – nothing but the bold black marker letters on her flat stomach and directly above her dripping cunt.

And it was precisely in that state – naked, fucked, dripping, marked like cheap street goods – that he fell in love with this woman. He removed all the tools, and Lisa lay exhausted in his arms and began to talk out of the blue. It sounded almost like a confession.

“It all started quite innocently, Peter… just a few nip slips here and there, when my top slipped down on the beach. Or when I bent over and the lads suddenly saw my hard nipples through the thin fabric. I was so happy… so many fans, so many likes… everyone was cheering me on.”

Her voice was still husky and breathless as she leaned lightly against him. Her bare, wet pussy accidentally brushed against his nylon-clad thigh, leaving a glistening, warm trail of her juices on the thin fabric.

“Then the intense shoot with Jan… that was so lovely. He guided me so well, I felt so sexy…” (She kept quiet, of course, about how Jan had fucked her hard from behind afterwards, how his balls had slapped against her soaking wet pussy, and how she’d licked his thick cock clean on her knees afterwards.)

“After the gym, everyone was so nice to me… the lads gave me so much encouragement. Of course, I had to delete a few photos; they were just too… too explicit.” She giggled innocently as another thick drop from her cunt splashed onto the floor.

Peter stood there in his ridiculous tights, his cock now stiff again and clearly visible as a thick, damp bulge in the nylon, and felt the humiliation slowly tightening around his throat. His own girlfriend was telling him all this so proudly, standing there in front of him stark naked, with ‘JERK-OFF MATERIAL’ written on her stomach and a dripping, freshly fucked pussy.

“I had so much fun at volleyball! That red bikini… I know people were cheering me on because my tits were jiggling with every jump and the thong was wedged deep between my arse cheeks. But I was popular! To make up for it, I did wiggle my arse here and there… guilty.” She grinned guiltily, wiggling her hips slightly so that her heavy tits and her glistening, open cunt were displayed even more clearly.

Peter clenched his teeth. Inside, he was seething. After all, he knew about the OnlyFans pictures and all the bonus material.

“And then I was even booked for the AIDS event! I was supposed to help out in the health system, do some sex education… really meaningful, you know…” (She left out the scene with Lukas, of course – how he’d pinned her against the wall backstage, rammed his thick cock deep into her tight cunt and fucked her so hard that afterwards she’d walked out with his cum running down her thighs and a broad, satisfied grin on her face.)

Peter, the hero in those ridiculous nylon tights, just stood there, his cock twitching and tellingly wet through the sheer fabric, whilst his dripping, publicly marked girlfriend told him all about her ‘harmless’ modelling adventures – naked, humiliated and still horny in front of him.

“And then… then I was really naked for the first time, Peter,” she breathed, her eyes half-closed with shame and lust. “Right in the middle of a football pitch. The sun was burning my bare skin, my tits were jiggling with every step, and my cunt was already so wet again that I could feel the drops running down my legs. A few players saw me up close – they stood right in front of me and stared at my open, dripping pussy while I tried to hide. The others were further away, but I know a few of them saw something. Mia saved me at first… before she betrayed me again, that slut.” Lisa laughed softly, a horny, throaty laugh. “That was my very first experience with a woman, you know that? And fuck… I loved it. Her tongue in my cunt, her fingers in my arse… in the end, it was better for me than for her. The two football teams pounced on her at the end, hahaha.”

“At the spa shoot, I was completely naked again in front of a bunch of men. You only know the harmless photos from Instagram. That was completely new to me. So many blokes in bathrobes, and I served them – as a cleaner, as a first-aid girl, as… well, as much more.” Peter swallowed hard. His cock twitched tellingly in the far too tight, shiny nylon tights – the thick, wet glans pressed clearly visible against the thin fabric, a dark, wet patch spreading out, whilst his balls hung heavy and bulging beneath.

Lisa noticed it immediately. She grinned cheekily, reached out her hand and poked her finger right against the throbbing bulge in his tights. “Hey… not what you’re thinking, you horny little loser,” she teased him, pressing even harder so that his cock twitched against the nylon. “No, no…

She bit her lip as a fresh, thick gush of her own pussy juices welled up from her soaking wet slit and slowly ran over her clit. “I was naked in front of all those strange men again. And if I’m honest… I was so horny. So damn horny. I came several times, Peter. Just like that, in front of everyone. My pussy twitched and squirted whilst they stared at me and a gush of cum washed over my pussy.”

Of course, she didn’t mention Lukas. Not about the hot massage where his strong hands had glided over her bare skin, not about how he’d pinned her down on the massage table afterwards and rammed his thick cock deep into her tight, dripping cunt until she’d walked out again with her legs spread and his hot cum running down her thighs. That was none of Peter’s business. Everyone should have a few secrets, shouldn’t they?

Peter stood there in his ridiculous, see-through tights, his cock now rock-hard and throbbing, the wet patch at the tip growing ever larger. He had secrets too. He knew everything. Every damn detail. He’d known about her OnlyFans account for months – the full, uncut versions of all the stories she was just telling him so ‘innocently’. He’d seen how she’d been used by the whole team on the football pitch, how at the spa she hadn’t just been ‘served’, but had been on her knees, mouth open and legs spread, how she’d squirted and whimpered whilst Lukas’s cock filled her.

The humiliation burned hot in his chest… and only made his cock even harder.