Office Glamour

Angels in stockings is a stockings blog that has nothing but the hottest angels in stockings. I do love to see slutty secretaries at work licking each other out on the desk. Especially when both the slutty secretaries are wearing stockings like these two slutty secretaries are. i would have an office affair with either of these two sluts. Especially the young blond secretary in the black dress and black stockings in these office affair pictures.

“I’m glad you have great legs and favour stockings and high heels, as this is a major attraction for me. You sound like a tease and teasers usually like to be teased themselves… Before our first meeting you will need to be reminded all day of what awaits you. Your outfit will be seamed stockings and suspenders with stiletto heels at least 5 inches high, crisp white blouse unbuttoned low and tight pencil skirt just above the knee. You’ll of course be smart and elegant, but will drive your colleagues wild: the men with desire, the women with jealousy and indignation at your slutty attire.

You will not wear panties on days when we are to meet, however cold or inconvenient it may be: you’ll not forget your purpose that way and stay focused. The first time you’ll also insert a small buttplug which you’ll wear all day. When we hook up, you’ll get down on all fours with knees and ankles together and wordlessly hitch up your skirt to reveal your beautiful naked rear. You tap the face of the plug with a delicately manicured fingernail as the signal for me to extract it and insert my prodigious length, inch by nasty inch. You aren’t allowed to touch your pussy and so unleash your sensitive breasts and tug desperately on your dangling nipples, but are alarmed at how exciting it is to have the first, silent physical contact with a complete stranger you met on the internet, as he begins gently to sodomise you. It feels like losing your virginity all over again. The fragrant juices from your clean-shaven cunt dribble down your inner thighs, soaking the soft nylon of your stocking tops. When you begin to yelp as my strokes become longer and deeper and you literally begin to get a feeling for this unseen cock, eagerly raising your backside higher to ease the angle of entry like a bitch on heat, I place the plug in your mouth for you to suck on and keep the noise to a minimum. I take a long time to cum - I always have.

When I do, I finish in your mouth. But you do have to beg for your supper. A little creamy treat. You tell me you like it thick and chunky, so you can savour its slimy warmth as you greedily guzzle down another man’s seed. I come a lot more when I hear your sexy voice talking dirty. You fix my gaze as I come in your mouth, keen to see how the orgasm affects my face. You need to know it is exquisite for me. You always wish there was more, sucking and licking at the little pipe for every last drop. Any that hit your face you lingeringly wipe off with your finger and into your mouth. You lick it up from your tits, your thighs, the floor. This is how it should be. Deeply, passionately sexual.” If you want more babes in stockings then visit angels in stockings here

“First, I’d want the action to begin before I even arrive for the evening; I would have already outfitted you with a remote-controlled vibrator that you would be required to insert just after checking in for the night at work. The one I have in mind is activated by a mobile telephone call, and at some point I would ring you up - perhaps keeping you on the line as I am walking toward your building, so you would be in a state of intense arousal by the time you laid eyes on me again.

Once we’re in your office, without even so much as a by-your-leave, I’d hoist you up onto your desk, greet you with a long, silent, mouth-probing kiss, place my hand on your chest and then gently but firmly guide you down onto your back, making sure your hands gripped each side of the desk. I would then hike up the short skirt you mentioned you like to wear - I quite like the sound of that - and part your legs. You should wear silk or cotton panties in neutral or dark colours, nothing garish, which I would peel off your shapely thighs and slide down your legs just about to mid-calf, where they would remain: your stocking covered legs, in midair, would thus be softly fettered by the fabric.

Now I would inspect my handiwork; I would expect you to be moist after our telephone call, and expect to be able to inhale your aroma immediately. I would then slip my head through your legs, and as you rest them on my shoulders I would delve into your pussy with all the fierce craving stored up since our last meeting. I would suck, lick, tease, nibble and eat you, the desk underneath absorbing the pool of your desire.

Your hands stay gripping the sides of the desk all the while.

You will come - I will make you come. Then, my cock at full, bullish attention, I would stand, fling the panties away and rip your shirt open. (It should be a nondescript, plain white businesslike shirt - you will have a ready supply of identical ones, or be very good with a needle and thread for sewing the buttons back on each time.) You would be wearing a lace basque, and I would lower the top of it to get at your breasts, drinking them in with my palms and lips. A pause, as I strip off my clothes; you will have prepared a condom, which you can now roll to one side and use your hands to unroll onto my ardent prick. Once you’ve done that, I would hoist you up again, kiss you and fondle you, then turn you around and bend you over your own desk.

We would fuck like that for a while, your arms spread, your hands holding onto the end the desk for dear life as you took the full brunt of my single-minded pumping - first adagio, then andante, then allegro appassionato … until I came.

Then - some caressing, some massaging, some teasing, until we are ready to go again. This time you come off the desk, and kneel in front of me, taking my slowly reawakening cock in your mouthfor a second load of cum.”

“So what kind of job do you do, teasing all the guys in the office, wearing sexy short skirts and flirting with them, I think we have something in common, no I don’t wear short skirts but I am known as a flirt. There are a few private places in my office to which I only hold the keys to….its a shame that unused space is currently going to waste. I would love to follow you into one of those offices whilst watching the back of your legs in that short-skirt and heels. You enter the office and lean with your back against the wall whilst I lock the door behind us. Then I would walk up to you, kiss you passionately before bending down to kiss and your legs working my tongue up to your inner thighs. You place your hands at the back of my head guiding me to where you want my tongue to go.

I love secretaries but have a fascination with married moms, the ones in the office who tease all the young guys. The ultimate in forbidden fruit, no? one of my fantasies is to have sex with the wife in her own bedroom while the husband is off at work and the kids are playing in the family room. i guess it’s the ultimate brazen move and the chance of being caught by the husband or interrupted by the kids adds excitement and danger to the thrill of fucking someone else’s wife…

so you like to wear tights and stockings, do you? So you wind up your workmates with your tight, sexy clothes I bet you bend over the desks to flash your cleavage or a glimpse even higher up your tiny skirt - IMHO I think that you should probably suffer some kind of punishment for type of behaviour, maybe a spanking. I heard that some women can’t wear tights because the material can slip in between their pussy lips and rub against their clit with every step. this causes them to get very distracted, very wet and to even cum just by walking down the hall of their office! i would love to know if this happens to you.

I am a huge fan of older women and even more if you like to dress up, nothing turns me on more than seeing a woman dressed in stockings and heels, its just so sexy.

I could just imagine meeting you, dressed in your stockings and heels, I would love looking at your legs and trying to see the tops of your stockings under your skirt as you walked or bent over to do something. If I could, I would have you alone in the office one evening looking out over the city lights, approach you from behind slowly, and run my hands up your legs and over your skirt. Then I would caress your hips and move up, tracing the lines of your body as I work my way up to your hair, then kissing you on the back of the neck. You would turn and face me and kiss me, putting your hands on my bum whilst i then move down and kiss the front of your neck and top of your chest. There is a desk next to us and you sit on it and slowly undo your blouse, showing me just enough for me to come over and kiss you again. Things are becoming heated and you pull my shirt out and run your hands underneath all over my stomach and chest, exploring, and pull me closer to you.

I undo the rest of your blouse and run my hands over your breasts whilst kissing you. You push me back and stand up, taking your skirt off and revealing your underwear and stockings. You remove my shirt and begin to explore below my belt to see what is there. I run my hands along your legs and along your thighs, pausing whilst I move them along the inside of your thighs and you instinctively spread your legs slightly to allow me to wander my hands further up. I go past the tops of your stockings and you moan in my ear and feel yourself getting wetter. You fumble with my trousers and find my penis, straining at the fabric of my underwear. You allow me to move my hands around the edge of your knickers, just sliding a couple of fingers around the straps and tracing the line around your back when I slip inside them and give your bum a little squeeze. You move to the edge of the desk and wrap your legs around my back, grinding your groin against the now rock hard object in my trousers. We both moan with the eager anticpation of what is going to happen next.”