My Sister’s Nylons Ch. 03 by OrbitalCruiser
Experience the third chapter of "My Sister's Nylons" adult sex story as the steamy tale continues to unfold. Dive into a world of forbidden desires and sensual encounters that will leave you captivated.<br/>
Author’s Note – The slow burn is over. You go girls.
Grab a pair of nylons and make the most of them.
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Chapter 3
By 10:00 PM we were ready to go to the party.
Diana was the sexiest vampire on the planet. She wore a skin-tight black silk gown with a slit cut to her hip. Under that she wore a super sheer 6-denier oil-shine black nylon bodystocking – super tight on top to hold her perfect size C’s in place without a bra – overlain by fishnet stockings and exposed garters to adorn her spectacular long legs. Whenever she stepped forward, her pussy came into view, but she was wearing black panties under the bodystocking. She wore six-inch black stiletto heels, and with my five-inch heels, I was only a couple of inches taller than she. The gown was cut to her navel. Her prominent nipples were just covered by the edges of the gown. She wore shoulder-length sheer nylon opera gloves with the fingers cut out. Her glue-on fingernails were long, sharpened and blood red. Her face makeup was ghastly and dark. Her eyes and one entire side of her face shimmered with blood-red sparkle paint that dance in the light. Her full lips were blood red and her mouth was smeared with stage blood. She had an upper denture with two sharp pointed teeth.
Diana’s jet-black hair hung in massive wild curls to her tiny waist. She even had pointed ears and long, dangly red ruby earrings with an ornate ruby-studded choker.
Fuck she was sexy.
But when I looked in the mirror, I was equally stunned at my own reflection. I was the perfect image of a daemon Succubus slut:
– Sprouting from my head were two ridged black and red horns, curving backwards;
– A dark crimson wig of wild tussled, waist-length thick hair;
– The same black sheer 6-denier transparent bodystocking Diana wore, complete with feet, hands and individual fingers. We cut out the ends of the fingers for my nails. Like Di’s, the bodystocking had a Velcro panel at the crotch for using the bathroom, and (oh my Lilith hopefully) for sex;
– A pair of gorgeous 10-denier high-gloss seamed Gio stockings layered over the bodystocking, with four garters per leg;
– Glued onto my fingernails were half-inch long scarlet talons, sharp and deadly;
– An upper-body harness that supported a pair of black and crimson wings, each about four feet long;
– Over the harness, I wore a transparent low-cut nylon black bra stuffed with 800 cc oil-filled silicon bags. Diana had glued them to my shaven chest and used stage glue and filler to make the tops of my “breasts” merge perfectly with my skin. Without a doubt, I could not tell that my EE breasts were fake;
– Another harness around my middle to hold a four-foot-long forked rubber tail;
– A crimson and black leather and jeweled corset over the nylon bodystocking to hide both my wing and tail harnesses. It was cut to my navel, pushing my tits up with black silk ribbons tied up the front. The corset had boning in the waist to cinch it in, giving me a 24-inch waist (breathing optional!);
– 5-inch scarlet stilettos with straps wrapped halfway up my calves;
– A black leather skater skirt, cut just below my “pussy”;
– Full stage makeup, crimson super-high-gloss lipstick, blood-red rouge, black eye makeup, tattoos depicting male bondage and torture running from my chest and up one side of my face and across my forehead;
– a dozen or so metal arm bands, a blood-red jeweled sword mounted on my back under one wing, a metal- and ruby-studded choker, an ornate ruby and sapphire hair adornment, and massive clip-on ruby earrings in the shapes of dragons and snakes.
Fuck I was sexy.
Diana joined me in front of the mirror. I put my arm around her waist and we marveled at each other.
She was so sexy in that vampire outfit I nearly told her right then that I wanted to have sex with her. But she’d clamped down on that notion a couple of times already and I didn’t want to spoil what we have together. So I stayed quiet.
But the sight in the mirror was getting me excited. The harness around my dick was doing its job to conceal my massive boner, and there are several layers of clothing and fasteners to release if I need to free it.
What I wasn’t sure of was whether I was hornier because of what Diana was wearing, or because of what I was wearing.
Definitely both.
Diana planted her sticky black lips on my cheek and said, “Let’s go, slut.”
I did feel like a slut.
And I liked that. A lot.
At 10:30, we arrived at the party. It was in full swing and we made quite an entrance. Diana was easily the sexiest woman there. I was in total lust for my sister, but she had made it clear she was off limits. It was frustrating.
A bunch of guys immediately clustered around us, bringing us drinks and chatting us up. It was really weird and uncomfortable for me, but Diana poked her arm around mine and hugged me close. She knew exactly what it was like to have bunches of drunken horny guys pushing in too close and she fended them off like a pro.
Our costumes were the rage of the party. I’m certain no-one knew I was a guy. Diana and I danced to some pretty wild electro-trance music under strobe lights, while guys dressed in mummy outfits, cowboys, biker dudes, and vampire outfits clustered all around us.
After about half an hour a slow dance came up. Diana grabbed me by the hand and took me off the dance floor so I wouldn’t have to dance with some horny guy pressing his hard dick into me.
Looking out for me.
She led the way through several hallways and rooms of the crowded house. She seemed to know exactly where she was going, because we navigated with confidence through the kitchen, down a hallway, around a corner, up the stairs, down another hallway, up more stairs, and directly to a door, beyond which appeared to be most of the attic.
On the closed door was a sign, written in runny red paint. It said “Sluts Only. No Exceptions.”
Diana looked at me and smiled. “This is the place to be, trust me. But I warn you be careful.”
I wasn’t sure what that meant. Very odd.
She gave a complicated knock. Three taps, one tap, four taps.
The door opened a crack, held there by a heavy chain. A female ghoul eyed us carefully up and down our forms. The door slammed closed and the chain was released. We were stepped in and the door was slammed behind us. The ghoul fastened the chain and two additional deadbolts. We were locked in.
The room was really big. The furniture consisted of huge bean bag chairs, futons, and a great big bed clustered with a dozen fluffy pillows. Strobes in red and blue were the only light.
About fifteen women were standing around talking, drinking, and dancing. Another three were on the bed, still in costume but making out passionately. Everyone was dressed in something ghoulishly slutty. Almost everyone wore stockings, garters, bustiers or push up bras, heels, fishnets, or some other form of fetish wear.
Diana had led me into the lesbian section of the party.
I wondered what they would say or do if they knew what I was. I figured it would be a lot more serious than politely asking me to leave. Twenty angry, drunken or high women could do me a lot of damage.
Several slutty-looking women – ghouls, nurses, teachers, and cheerleaders – approached us with glee. They all ooo’d and awed over our costumes, everyone talking excitedly at once. A dozen hands were immediately all over my body, poking and probing. One slutty mummy began to pull on my garters so she could sample the texture of my Gio stockings in her fingers.
“Mmmm, I love these. Can I try them on?” asked a cheerleader.
“I love your wings. Succubi wrap their victims in their wings, don’t they?” A nurse licked her lips.
“Nice tits,” said a vampire.
“Ooo, I love your horns. I’m pretty horny too!”
“Wanna suck out my soul?” said the ghoul.
“My soul is right here,” said another, patting her pussy.
“Do you like pussies?” said a cat girl.
“I can teach you to lick my pussy,” said a teacher.
“You’re going to cum to me tonight in my dreams.”
It was overwhelmingly sexy and fun. My boner was solid, but my harness and my costume kept it at bay.
Meanwhile, I looked past my little crowd of admirers to find Diana. I was startled to see she was in full embrace with an absolutely gorgeous girl dressed as an office slut, wearing clothes like no office worker ever. She had cornered my sister against a wall and Diana had her arms around her waist. They were kissing eagerly and passionately.
I felt a pang of jealousy.
I was also disappointed that Diana had left my side so quickly. I would be in serious shit if these women discovered my secret. There are plenty of stiletto heels and sharp fingernails that could do a lot of damage.
The cat girl found a way to carve me out of the circle of women around me. “Succubi suck out souls, don’t they? Is there anything else you like to suck on?”
Oh man. If I had only met this cute girl in an honest setting, I’d be thrilled. What an opening! Briefly, I wondered if I might find a way.
“There are so many options,” I smiled, making a show of looking around.
Cat Girl put a furry paw on my cheek and pulled my gaze back to hers. “I can think of one.”
Obviously this couldn’t go anywhere. But it was fun. Briefly, I wondered if I could eat her out, but she’d be anxious to do the same. And that clearly would be a problem.
And then I felt a wet tongue slide into my ear and a pair of sticky lips slide over it. In a low, sexy whisper, she said, “Hey there, devil girl. Wanna fuck?”
Startled, I turned to look. It was the office girl Diana had been kissing. And then I realized: it was Laura, the girl from the costume shop. Diana was standing just behind her. I caught her eye. She looked a bit worried.
We were busted.
Would Laura reveal my secret?
Laura was about my height. She wore a skin-tight micro-mini leather skirt, glossy brown sheer garter stockings with tops that ended just below her hemline, 6-inch stilettos, a crisp white blouse with no buttons above her navel, a push up bra displayed a huge, and I mean a fucking enormous, set of knockers with deep, glorious cleavage, brilliant crimson high-gloss lipstick, a pair of slutty secretary glasses, and masses of honey-brown hair piled on top of her head in a messy bun. Her eye makeup was dark and deathly.
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