Anyways, here's my latest. Read, rate, and react, y'all.
Again, all props and gratitude to Gabby for being the sexy slut she is, and for being such a willing muse of mine.
Sexing My Landlady’s Leggings (A Kinky Gabby Quinteros Fantasy)
by Anthony K
The latest in my series using adult Latina performer Gabby Quinteros as an uber-sexy sex subject….this time with her workout leggings as my personal sex toy. As always, events in this story are fictional and any relationship with the real life Gabby is strictly coincidental.
OK...I have to admit it. I’m overwhelmed. Weak. Surrendered.
But, what else can I do, when I have to face an unabashedly sexy slut like my landlady Gabby every damn day?
In the four months since I moved in with her while my original apartment was being renovated, she has basically made me one of her personal sex projects. It’s not like she needs me exclusively, since her beauty and intelligence along with her killer body attracts enough men and women to her for fulfilling her voracious sexual appetite; but she always leaves enough time and energy for me to feast in her delights. Her fearless and shameless sluttitude has unleashed desires in me that I never thought I even had; and she is nearly always willing and able to satiate them, if not sexually taunt me to even more lustful madness.
The grand irony is that I’m not the prototype “porn stud” that usually lands such insatiable human sexpots like Gabby. My dick is closer to average size, I’m not that physically fit (though I am relatively healthy), and before she came along I was more of a novice sexually. She has brought me so much out of my former shell regarding sex; I can’t even think of her without getting a raging hard-on that has to be relieved by constant masturbating or, if she’s willing, us ending up fucking each other all over the loft.
She doesn’t make it that much easier to resist through her choice of clothing, either. When she’s not bare-ass naked inside her loft, she’s usually wearing not much clothing with little or no regard or need of underwear, save for the thinnest, sheerest thong panty. Or, when she does go out in public, she dresses in the most provocative attire that does nothing to hide her well-sculpted, physically fit, and absolutely curvacious body. It takes almost all of my self control to resist simply whipping my cock out and stroking it until I blow; and sometimes she will solve the problem at hand with her hands and mouth, and ultimately her pussy.
(No, I haven’t taken her ass yet; that’s another story.)
Basically, our relationship is more of the “fuck buddies” or “friends with benefits” type: I respect her right to play with others and stay out of her way otherwise, while she allows me full access to her sexual charms whenever she’s in the mood for me. It’s almost as if I forget that I’m still her tenant who has to pay her the monthly rent...but the money is more than worth having the roof over my head in the intermin.
My heightened sexual senses, though, has led me into some very interesting and kinky situations. As in….clothing fetishes.
Gabby’s body is as a whole pure sexual attraction for a petite Latina woman...but her ass is her most dangerous sexual weapon, at least in my view. She works out daily to keep her figure tight, and she does not neglect squats. She also dresses for her workouts, and other daily jaunts, in these tight, form fitting leggings that seem to hug her like a sheer second skin.
She specifically and deliberately chooses leggings that snug her so well from the back that the back seam of them literally disappears into the deep crack of her ass and all the way forward up and above her pussy. She usually doesn’t even wear thongs underneath them unless she’s undergoing her period, so she doesn’t even have to worry about panty lines interfering with the stimulating view she gives from behind. That would be a ripe, peachy, juicy, and highly arousing rear view, that is. Combine that with the skimpy sports bras and blouse tops that she usually wear braless that allow her nice 46DD tits with large nipples that are usually permanently hard and poking through, and you can see why Gabby has me so far over the sexual edge.
And to further push me, Gabby has openly said to me that her workouts turn her on so that her leggings get moist with her pussy juices, and she has to resort to fingering herself to orgasm to relieve the temporary tension. That means she has to wash them daily, even though, being the sex-obsessed slut she is, she would much rather bask in the essence of her womanly scents of sweat and woman cum. That’s another turn on for me as well, because I worship women who are at peace and at home with their sexuality.
All this is leading to what happened the other day, when I found out more about myself and my heretofore hidden clothing fetish.
I was at the loft, alone; Gabby was out and about doing something. I was getting my clothes together to head to the laundry room to wash and dry them. When I got there, I discovered that Gabby had left her undergarments and some of her workout leggings in her hamper for washing. My first thought was to just .go back to my room and wait until she got back and
finished before doing my washing.
I started to do so when I detected the distinct scent of Gabby’s womanhood in the air. When you have been with a woman as sexual as Gabby, you learn to recognize the scent of sex when and where it develops. My first guess was that she simply jilled herself off in the laundry room before leaving, and forgot to turn on the overhead fan to ventilate the air.
When I got to the washer, though, I found out the real source of the aroma: she had left some of her worn exercise leggings in the hamper. The scent of Gabby was having the desired effect of overwhelming my senses and any discreet thoughts; and without thinking, I went over and grabbed one of her leggings; the blue ones with decorative printing. I brought the crotch portion of them to my face and immediately was rewarded with the strong whiff of Gabby’s pussy juices mixed with her sweat. My mind immediately raced with raw images of Gabby wearing those leggings and grinding her ass against my crotch; and I lost all sense of control or discretion.
Before I knew it, I had slid the leggings down to my crotch and was rubbing my dick through my pants with them, my hands feeling the silky thin material moistened with her love juices. With my other hand, I grabbed another pair of leggings and pulled them to my face to inhale more of Gabby’s cunt scent, while unzipping my pants, taking my cock out, and openly stroking my cock using the other pair wrapped around it. I got so into the sexual sensations that I was bucking my hips hard, practically dry-humping the leggings with my cock like I was actually fucking or dry humping Gabby’s barely-clad peachy ass.
It was absolutely incredible, and I nearly got to come from all the effort….except for one thing.
I was so caught up in myself that I didn’t see Gabby returning from her excursions, expecting to finish up her laundry duties, and walking in to catch me with two of her leggings, one in each hand, sniffing one and practically fucking the other.
I’m damn sure that most regular women would be horrified to catch a man sexing around their underwear; to the point of calling the police or laying an iron to the pervert. I’m sure that even sexually assertive women would be shocked and surprised enough to register some distress at the site of a man jerking himself off in their clothing.
Gabby, however, isn’t most women; I’m even guessing that she may have left that there deliberately as a trap to lure me.
The first sign I got that she had caught me was when she came next to me and put her hand to my mouth.
I almost wanted to jump through the roof. “Oh, shit, Gabby, I’m so sor...”
Gabby simply shushed me with her hand. “Uh-huh….right, Anthony. You really think I don’t know how much a pervert I’ve created, amor?” From the sexy tone of her voice, she was more turned on at my excitement than even close to mad or shocked.
“Since you love my leggings so damn much, corazon, how about you fuck me with them on? But, first, let’s get the preliminaries out of the way.”
It was then I noticed that she had unzipped her tight jeans she was wearing and had her hand in them, rubbing her hairy twat. That distinct sexual aroma of hers was stronger than ever as she pulled her jeans completely off, took the green leggings – still unwashed, by the way – from me, and put them on. She had no panties on as usual, so the leggings hugged her every curve and the camel toe of her pussy like a tight glove.
She then turned me around and brought me to kneel in front of her. “Show me how much you love these leggings, lover….lick my pussy through them. Finish what I started while watching you.”
I noticed then that the leggings were now totally soaked with her juices from her masturbating watching me, and her eyes were slanted with intense sexual desire. I wasted no time to reach my face up to her thinly covered cooch and started licking her clit with my tongue, while working her outer lips with my own lips. With my hands free, I reached around her to grab and fondle plenty of her ripe, round ass; using the fingers to work down her ass crack and aggressively grope and rub every bit of her ass cheeks.
In time she was wildly bucking against me, almost pulling my entire head into her cunt and working against my ass-grabby hands, moaning in continuous pleasure. When she crossed her peak, she practically drenched my face through her bottoms with her cum and her juices as she went through her convulsions of orgasmic bliss.
Once she came back down from her first orgasm, Gabby saw the tent in my pants and immediately knew what I needed. She reached out to unzip and remove my pants and briefs,took my stiff cock in her hand lubricated with her juices, and gently stroked it to rock hardness.
She then turned around and bent slightly over, presenting her ass for me. “Just dry-fuck me, Anthony, darling….drench my sexy leggings with your sweet cum. Dry-fuck me like you need it...now!!”
I didn’t need a second invitation for that; I planted my hard tool between Gabby’s ass cheeks and proceeded to instantly give her the dry hump of my life, while she rocked and ground her hips in return.
Even with the thin barrier of the material blocking us from actually fucking, it felt exhilarating nevertheless; and before long, I exploded with two blasts of thick, milky cum that dripped on her legging-clad ass and down her crack. She reached back to rub my spooge all over the back of her leggings, but not before she took some on her fingers and proceeded to lick them.
When we both recovered enough to stand back up, I started to gather my clothes and go back to my room to allow her to start washing her clothes. I started to hand her the other legging I had used for my sexual perversity earlier, but she held up her hand.
“I’ll need that one because I will be working out later…..but you can have the blue one to use for tonight. I want it nice and cummy for when you fuck me for real. If you are going to perv on my leggings, amor, you’re going to do it right.”
I swear, this woman will be the sexual death of me if she keeps this up. Not bad a way to go, though…..”death by excessive sluttery”.
