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The Pantyhose Stalker

By: MicheleNylons



Disclaimer: The author does not condone nor encourage forced sex. This story is purely fictional and is a segue into the darker part of the human psyche where forced sex fantasises dwell. The author also does not condone non-consensual or physically forced sex, but acknowledges that men and women do have these fantasises. I certainly do; and I sometimes act them out in real life in my female persona when dressed as Michele. In fact as a transvestite I identify more with the female characters in my stories than I do the male. That said, being bisexual, I am turned on by both the male and female characters; and of course my nylon fetish is self-evident.   

Part One

Michele Bouvier sat in the carriage of the subway train pretending that she was engrossed in her notebook computer. She was in fact very aware that she and the man sitting a little further down the carriage were alone in the rattling subway car. The man had been staring at her throughout the journey and she was very nervous.

Michele didn't normally use the subway and never used it late at night. This morning her car had failed to start and her husband couldn't get it going for her. He was in a hurry because he had to get to an important meeting so Michele had agreed to take the subway to work. She had planned to leave work early and get home while it was still light.

Michele Bouvier was a mid-level executive at a publishing firm. Working in sales, she liked to take care of her appearance. She was forty-four and loosing the battle of the bulge. Although not exactly fat she was large framed and carried a few too many pounds; they had piled up on her breasts, which she didn't mind so much, and on her ass and thighs which she hated.

She was always well dressed, usually in a business suit, blouse, hose and heels; well coiffured, she had recently had crimson highlights subtly streaked through her brunette bob, and she always wore lots of makeup.

She knew that the younger women on the staff sniggered at her behind her back; they took advantage of the recently introduced relaxed dress code and wore slacks, skirts, dresses, low-heels or flats and hardly ever wore hosiery and very little makeup. Michele was smart enough to realise that if she dressed that way she would look frumpy. She kept to her sophisticated look and knew that some of the men liked the way she dressed, but more importantly, her dress style helped to hide her flaws.

She was wearing a grey pinstriped business suit, skirt and jacket combination. She wore a dark green satin blouse, black high-heeled sandals and expensive taupe control-top pantyhose. She was sophisticatedly accessorised with gold jewellery, earings and watch, red-painted fingernails and toenails and plenty of makeup.

At about four-thirty in the afternoon she was called to an impromptu sales meeting and in the heat of the drawn out discussions she forgot all about not bringing her car to work. By the time she boarded her train it was after nine pm.

At first Michele didn't think too much about having to ride the train; she was busy transposing her hand written notes into her notebook computer; working on the report she would have to table tomorrow. In a way this was better than driving; at least she could work!

Then she noticed that the carriage had emptied and she was in the carriage alone with the intense-looking man wearing a Hoodie who seemed to be staring intently at her; but whenever she looked up he averted his face.

He stared covertly at the matronly women dressed in the business suit; her perfume drifted across to him and he felt his cock become erect in his pants. This woman was just to his taste: sophisticated, nice suit, satin blouse, sheer hosiery and high-heeled sandals that showed off her painted toenails through the gauzy nylon of her sandal-toe pantyhose. She was attractive, a little heavy but he didn't mind that, and she wore lots of makeup. Rep lips, pink and blue eyeshadow, rouge; black eyeliner and mascara accentuated her pretty hazel eyes.

He wanted her and his luck was in; it looked like she was getting off at the station where he laid his trap.

One stop away from her station Michele closed down her notebook and dropped it into her black leather shoulder bag. She flipped open her cell and debated whether she should call home and ask her son or daughter to pick her up from the station. They shared an old clunker that she normally wouldn't be seen dead in, but tonight it might be better to be picked up in a clunker than to wait for a cab. She flipped the phone closed; she was being paranoid!

She stood up and held onto the post next to the door aware that the man was ogling her. Somewhere deep inside her psyche she kind of liked the idea that a young man could find her attractive but her conscious mind was relieved when the train finally stopped and the door opened.

Michele stepped off the train and strode purposely down the almost deserted platform, her high-heels, clicking and clacking on the bitumen floor the sound echoing off the tiled walls. Then out of the corner of her eye she saw a shape coming up from behind her. She flinched and was about to cry out when the man in the Hoodie jogged past her and disappeared around the corner towards the escalators.

She breathed a sigh of relief; he was just another subway rider in a hurry to get home. 

The man in the Hoodie unlocked the door to the workshop set into the tiled wall near the escalators. He knew that the maintenance crew had long gone home but he also knew that the subway cops would check the door when they made their regular rounds so the clock was ticking. He slid inside the brightly lit, but dusty workshop and closed the door leaving it open just crack so could see the approaches to the escalator. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a nylon stocking and pulled it over his head. He adjusted it so that the little hole he had cut in the stocking fitted around his lips. He liked to use his mouth on his victims.

Michele turned the corner and smiled; there was the bank of escalators clattering away and she could hear the sounds of other passengers and vendors in the concourse stalls at the top of the escalators. The smells of hamburgers, hotdogs and pretzels wafted down to the platform and Michele's stomach rumbled.

She was berating herself for even thinking about a eating a hotdog as she walk purposely toward the up escalator when a hand reached out of nowhere and dragged her through a door that had suddenly opened. By the time she realised what was going on she was pushed hard up against a filthy workbench. The edge of the workbench dug painfully into her ample buttocks, and the man held a knife under her neck; his face was distorted by the stocking mask he wore over his head. The only part of his face she could make out was his full lips where the stocking had been cut.

"Shut the fuck up! One sound and I'll bury this knife in your throat! Do you understand?" the man hissed, his face close enough that she could smell his breath.

Michele nodded and a single tear ran down her face leaving a black trail of mascara. The man took Michele's bag off her shoulder and put it on the bench.

"We'll look in there later; time for some fun first," he said, more to himself than Michele.

He spun the woman around so that her big butt rested against his crotch and moved the point of the knife to the side of her neck

"Don't fight; don't scream, don't make a sound!" he hissed.

The man bent the buxom woman over the workbench and kicked her heels apart. Her skirt stretched tight across her ample backside. He slid a hand under her skirt and stroked her leg from calf to thigh, revelling in the luxurious feel of her silky pantyhose. He pressed the handle of the knife into the gusset of her panties and pushed; the fabric of Michele's panties and hose was pushed partly inside the lips of her sex.

"You are gonna get stabbed bitch! Either by this," he jiggled the handle of the knife in her quim.

"Or this," he pushed his engorged member against her butt.

Michele could feel the large lump of the man's erection rub against her.

"Please don't hurt me," she begged.

"Wise decision bitch!" he sneered.

"Open your legs!" he ordered kicking at her heels but they couldn't open any wider.

"I can't. This skirt is too tight," Michele sobbed.

"I can fix that," he snarled.

He grabbed the hem of Michele's skirt either side of the kick-pleat and viciously pulled the fabric apart. Michele's skirt split at the back-seam and parted like a curtain; the two halves of her skirt hung from her waist framing her legs. She was wearing her panties over her pantyhose.

"Mag-fucking-nificent!" he whistled.

The large globes of Michele's ass-cheeks stretched the fabric of her red satin full-cut panties tight across her buttocks. The material seemed to shimmer in the harsh light of the overhead fluorescent lights. Michele was wearing expensive sheer pantyhose with a control top to hold in her tummy and to slim her thick thighs. The control top material was a few shades darker than the legs of her pantyhose but it was shiny and soft.

Neither Michele's panties nor pantyhose had a cotton gusset so she wore a thin panty-liner. It was now firmly wedged inside her cunt from when the man had pushed the handle of the knife inside her labia. 

The man kicked Michele's heels again until her legs were stretched wide. He loved women with big asses and long legs and most of all he liked women who wore sheer hose and satin panties. He placed the knife on the workbench tantalisingly close to Michele's hand but she was too scared to reach for it.

Michele shuddered and swallowed a scream when she heard the man unbuckle his jeans and drop them around his ankles. This was it! She was about to be sexually assaulted!

"God; I've gotta have me some of that fat pantied ass!" he groaned.

He pushed his groin against Michele's plump buttocks and began to dry fuck her ass.  He revelled in the feel of the sleek satin rubbing against his sensitive glans. He lifted the leg opening of Michele's panties and slid his cock inside them and nestled it in the crease of her buttocks. He rubbed his cock along the crevice of her ass, the base of his penis sliding over her pantyhose and the glans sliding under her satin panties. He pushed down with his hand so his cock remained wedged in the woman's ass-crack whilst the fabric of her pantyhose and panties encased his throbbing cock.

Michele wriggled and sobbed when she felt the man's erection wedge itself into her ass-crack; she thought this was just the preamble before he stuck his vile thing in her and sexually assaulted her properly. But Michele didn't realise how much the man liked a woman's ample ass sheathed in nylons and panties.

The Stalker knew he wouldn't be able to last long but he didn't care; he knew that he would recover soon enough to give the woman a proper fucking but right now he was enjoying himself too much to stop. He thrust against the woman's soft yielding buttocks once, twice, three times, and ejaculated. He ground his groin against the woman's soft yielding panty-clad buttocks and let his cock quiver and pulse as he ejaculated on her.

He watched as a wet stain spread across the back panel of the woman's red satin panties and then a white pool of semen appeared in the panty fabric as his orgasm washed over him. He humped and pumped away at Michele's soft fat ass shooting the rest of his spend into the crease of her buttocks.

Michele sobbed with humiliation and shame as she felt the man's hot spend soak through her pantyhose and scald her ass. He shot streams of semen into her ass-crack and it began to puddle and soak into her panties and hose. Some of the viscous liquid ran down the crevice of her ass past her sphincter and into the tangled bush of her pubic hair. She felt debased and disgusted. But, God help her, she also felt a trickle of lust and her vagina began to moisten.

The rapist's erection began to subside and he spun Michele around so that she faced him. Michele couldn't make out the man's features because the stocking on his head contorted his face.

"Please let me go now," she begged as she felt his semen run down her thighs and soak her nylons.

"Oh, not yet honey," he smirked. 

He slid his hand back under her skirt and massaged her plump pubis through the layers of panty and pantyhose. He could feel the heat through the silky material. She was wet! Goddamn the bitch was wet!

Michele shuddered as the man caressed her through her underwear. She couldn't help herself; she was becoming aroused. Her husband hadn't touched her for months and now this complete stranger was getting her hot! She blushed with shame but she felt her lust building up to a crescendo.

"You're liking this aren't you, you horny bitch?" the man sniggered.

Michele blushed but she couldn't stop herself gasping as her Stalker massaged her hot wet cunt through her panties and hosiery. Her panty-liner was wedged in her cunt soaking up her juices otherwise her panties would have been soaked with vaginal secretions. The back of her panties and her thighs were sodden with the man's semen but in some insane way this was turning her on even more.

She looked down and saw that the man was erect again; his cock was long and thick, far bigger than her husband's was. Not that she saw much of her husband's cock these days. She made a show of trying to escape again but the man put the knife up to her throat again. She justified to herself that she had tried her best to prevent the man from raping her but in some deep dark place she was ready for a good fucking.

"Ok lady here we go," the man grunted.

He reached into her panties and tore open the gusset of her pantyhose; his fingers found the panty-liner and he pulled it out of her and tossed it on the floor. The man kicked her feet further apart and pulled up her skirt admiring the view of her plump thighs encased in the dark nylon of the control-tops; her red satin panties contrasted nicely with the coffee-coloured hose. Whiffs of dark pubic hair were sticking out the gusset of her panties.

Michele felt the man's fingers trace the outline of her control-tops and then begin a slow and steady crawl up her thighs, stopping occasionally to caress her legs. Michele gasped and the Stalker smiled. It wasn't often that the women he sexually assaulted got off on it; only one other woman had; and she hadn't reported the crime. He stroked the silky material on the front of her panties; the sight of the big red satin V of her full-cut panties was extremely arousing.

He positioned himself between her legs and forced his body against hers to hold her in place and pressed her ass into the workbench. He roughly pulled the gusset of Michele's panties to one side to expose her pubis. Her pubic hair was unkempt and quiet bushy; he could smell feminine hygiene product but it couldn't mask the musky smell of arousal coming from her cunt.

"You are hot for it bitch!" he smiled.

Michele looked him in the face; her eyes cold.

"I can't control my body; take what you're going to; but don't think I'm consenting to this," she said solemnly.

Michele grunted as she felt the Stalker's fingers part her outer lips and then explore the inner folds of her cunt. She bucked her ass and tried to stamp on the Stalker's feet with her high-heels. He laughed and pushed his finger inside the entrance of her vagina. Michele moaned as the thick digit slid easily into her sodden snatch.

"Christ! Why I am responding like this! I don't like it! I hate it!" she chanted.

"That's not what your cunt is telling me," the Stalker replied.

He explored Michele's wet tunnel; he was very excited, and a thin stream of clear fluid leaked from the eye of his glans and dribbled onto Michele's thigh and was quickly absorbed by her sheer nylon hose. He extracted his finger and licked it tasting a mixture of pussy and perfume.

Michele was quivering with fright but she was also aroused; the man was now working on her clit and her juices were flowing freely. She was panting and her hips were moving back and forth in time with the man's stroking. God he was getting her hotter than she'd been for years. The Stalker positioned the head of his cock at the entrance to Michele's vagina and parted her labia.

Michele made one more plea for him to stop despite the fact she was turned on like a wanton whore. 

"Please don't do this; I beg you," she cried.

The Stalker pushed forward and the head of penis slid easily inside the well-built woman. Michele had had two children and her pussy was far from tight but it fit around the Stalker's hard thick cock like a satin glove. He groaned.

"Oh my God" Michele whimpered.

The Stalker slowly thrust backwards and forwards, his cock pushing at the walls of Michele's pussy. Michele inhaled explosively as she felt the man's appendage intrude into her vagina, filling her with pulsing hard cock; it was definitely the biggest she had ever had and despite her predicament it felt good.

The Stalker kept pushing forward until his shaft was completely buried in Michele's wet cunt and his pubis slammed against hers. Michele exhaled and forced herself to relax the muscles of her vagina. The damage was done now; the man was raping her so she might as well relax and let him have his way. Her head was filled with conflicting emotions of disgust and lust. She pushed the thoughts of self-loathing aside and concentrated on the wonderful feelings emanating from her vagina.

The Stalker's cock was snug inside Michele's cunt; it throbbed and pulsed, expanding and contracting the walls of her pussy; he rubbed his body against her and his hands sought out her sleek nylon-encased thighs. He liked the feel of her silky nylons and panties against his bare skin. He knew that he couldn't hold back his orgasm for long; he held onto Michele's hips and began to slowly fuck her. He leaned forward and began to nuzzle her neck; inhaling her perfume. Then he had the audacity to kiss her. Michele allowed her lips to open and let the man explore her mouth with his tongue.

The Stalker began to quicken the pace and Michele responded by matching his thrusts with her own; pushing her pelvis out to meet his thrusts so that the base of his cock rubbed on her clitty. He pounded his cock in and out of Michele Bouvier's tight snatch. Her ample ass jiggled whenever the Stalker's pubis smashed into hers which caused her taut thighs to quiver; her silky nylons glittering in the harsh light of the fluorescent lights.

The Stalker was gripping Michele's hips and slamming himself in and out of her and she was gasping and panting as he assaulted her body; her legs were spread wide and her high-heels scratched at the concrete floor as she fought to maintain her balance. Michele could feel the man's cock expand inside her and she knew what was about to happen next. The man was about to spend his seed inside her. Michele used contraception so she wasn't afraid the man would impregnate her but she did give a fleeting thought to sexually transmitted diseases. She was surprised that the man was not afraid to leave his semen on her and inside her; with DNA testing she knew there was a good chance the Stalker could be caught and punished.

Then she felt the man push himself deep inside her and his crotch slammed against hers and he ground himself against her and emptied his seed deep inside her. She could feel the warm ejaculate splash against the walls of her vagina. Michele came and a huge orgasm raced through her body.

She couldn't control herself and she locked her legs around the man and pulled him to her; he loved the feel of her pantyhosed legs on his bare skin and he bucked and ground against this attractive mature woman who was now frantically kissing him and raking her nails down his back.


The Pantyhose Stalker Ch. 02



Disclaimer:  This story is purely fictional and is a segue into the darker part of the human psyche where forced sex fantasises dwell. The author also does not condone non-consensual or physically forced sex, but acknowledges that men and women do have these fantasises. I certainly do; and I sometimes act them out in real life in my female persona when dressed as Michele. In fact as a transvestite I identify more with the female characters in my stories than I do the male. That said, being bisexual, I am turned on by both the male and female characters; and of course my nylon fetish is self-evident.   

Part Two

Detective Mike Harris tipped up Michele Bouvier's black leather shoulder bag and spilled out the contents onto the desk in his bedroom. It was now two days since he forced himself Michele Bouvier in the railway station workshop but this was the first chance he had to explore the contents of her bag.

He and detective sergeant Janine Munner had been busy working the Pantyhose Stalker case, waiting for the forensic evidence and poring over the statements they had taken. He knew that nothing would come of it; when they ran the prints and DNA from the crime scene they matched the other prints and DNA from the other Pantyhose Stalker cases but they didn't match anything on file.

Mike had replaced his own fingerprints and DNA in the all of the law enforcement databases with those of an unknown bum who had died long ago, so even if they ran the crime scene forensics through the police databases for elimination purposes they would not be able to match them to him.

Including Michele Bouvier, Mike Harris had taken ten women; but only five of the women had reported the crime. As an SVU specialist Mike knew that only about fifty percent of crimes actually got reported to the police. He was now on a twenty-four hour off-shift rotation so he had some time on his hands.

He opened Michele's notebook computer but as he expected it was password protected. He knew people in the underworld who could easily hack into the computer but the risk of exposing himself was too great. He shut it down and put it aside to be disposed of later. He opened her cell phone and checked her contact list and scrolled through it. He found an entry for Nadine, Michele's daughter, and smiled. 

"Now this will come in useful," he said to himself.

Her purse contained some cash and credit cards; he put the cash in his wallet and threw the credit cards onto the bed with the laptop. He rifled through the other compartments of the purse and found a key. It looked like a deadlock key and he guessed it might be a spare key to the Bouvier residence. Would she think to change the locks? Her key ring was not in the bag so maybe she kept her keys in her jacket pocket and she still had them? Maybe she wouldn't remember the spare key in her purse? He placed it beside the mobile phone. The rest of the contents of the bag held no interest for him. He stuffed the computer, the credit cards and the purse back in the shoulder bag.

Mike decided to go out for a drink; he thought better when he was alone in a bar. He went out of his apartment building via the basement car park and threw Michele's shoulder bag into the furnace on the way to his car. He stopped at a local hangout and had a couple of drinks while he planned his next move and then went home and slept soundly. Before he nodded off he masturbated using a pair of pantyhose he had taken from one of his victims. He wished now he had taken Michele Bouvier's; he recalled how she had thrust against him during the sex; how she had enjoyed being fucked by the anonymous assailant.

"We need to speak to the Bouvier woman again," Janine Munner said to him when he arrived at the station the next day.

"I'm still not convinced we got everything from her," she went on.

"Ok with me," Mike replied.

"I'd like to speak to her alone this time; I'd like you to interview the husband and also I'd like to interview the daughter if she's home. Michele might have told them something that she hasn't told us," Janine said as they drove out to the Bouvier house.

Mike smiled. It would be fun to interview the poor sap whose wife he had taken; and if he could get some time alone with that sweet little daughter of hers it might help him consolidate the plans he had for her.

Mike checked out his partner. 'Fucking lipstick lesbians! They all need a good fucking!' he thought.

Today she was wearing a light coloured skirt and jacket combo; the skirt was short enough that he could see right up her long legs. Those long well defined limbs were clad in sheer taupe pantyhose and her feet were shod in beige high-heels. Her makeup was perfect as usual and a miasma of perfume surrounded her. She wore her long blonde hair in a braid. She had big tits too! If she weren't his partner she would definitely be on his victim list!

They were ushered into the Bouvier house but they received a reluctant welcome. Janine explained that they just needed to follow up on some facts and Michele ushered her into the lounge. Michele was once again impeccably dressed in skirt, blouse, hose and heels; her makeup was heavy but discerningly applied. Mike would have fucked her again in a heartbeat. He followed Harold Bouvier into the den.

"I'm sorry to have to do this again Mister Bouvier," he began.

Harold waived dismissively at a chair.

"Let's just get this over with so my family can get on with our lives," he sighed.

Mike sat down and pulled out his notebook; Harold Bouvier continued to pace back and forth.

"I understand the dreadful situation in which your family finds itself but I have to ask you some questions. Your wife may have held back vital information; which is of course understandable given the ordeal she has been through, and the delicacies involved."

"Is there anything that your wife told you in confidence that you think may help us," Mike asked.

"Not really. In the past she has mentioned that some of the guys in the office where she works have come on to her; but surely she would have recognised one of her colleagues if he were the perpetrator. Besides, really? With all that young skirt parading around the office where she works why would one of them go for Michele?"

Mike was taken aback at the callousness of her husband. He obviously didn't have that much respect for his wife and he certainly didn't appreciate her. No wonder she became turned on when she was taken; her husband probably hadn't fucked for quiet some time.

"So there is nothing that you can add that would help our investigation?" Mike went on.

"Well not really. But I just don't understand it," Harold ran his fingers through his hair despondently.

"Understand what Mister Bouvier?"

"Well her hair and makeup were mussed, her skirt was torn and her pantyhose had a hole ripped in them and her ass had a few scratches but she wasn't hurt," Harold said.

"Not all sex perverts beat their victims," Mike explained.

"Yeah; but if she had put up a fight, wouldn't she be battered and bruised? He had her in that workshop for over half an hour; why didn't someone hear her screaming? You heard what she said; she said he took her twice!"

"Jesus! How could she let him?" Harold whined.

'Because she enjoyed being impaled on my long thick cock?' Mike was thinking to himself and suppressed a smile.

"How could she? How could she let that man fuck her! I told her that dressing the way she does, she's asking for it!" Harold was angry now; his voice raised.

"I saw her underwear and her skirt in those plastic evidence bags; they were soaked!  The asshole must have come on her; so imagine how much of his stuff she must have had inside of her! Christ!" Harold's disgust was evident.

"Mister Bouvier; he had a knife, your wife probably saved herself from severe injuries by not fighting or resisting the man who attacked her," Mike tried to diffuse the situation and stop Harold from shouting.

"Bullshit! I bet the bitch begged for it! That asshole violated my wife; came all over her and then fucked her! And what did she do? She did nothing! She probably gave him a fucking blowjob!" Harold screeched.

The door was slightly ajar and suddenly it opened fully and Michele Bouvier stepped into the room carrying coffee, cream, and sugar on a silver tray. Mike could see the tears in her eyes and his heart softened. How could her husband be such an asshole; how could he not appreciate her beauty. Sure she was a buxom woman, but she was sexy as all hell!

"Coffee gentlemen?" Michele asked; her voice quivering.

She had obviously overheard her husband ranting and his accusations.

She walked over to the desk and put down the tray. As she bent over Mike got a tantalising glimpse of the back of her legs. She poured coffee and Mike got out of his chair and went over to the table. Her breasts strained against the buttons on her cream chiffon blouse; he could see she wore a white satin camisole under her blouse.

"Thanks," Mike said as she offered him a cup, he noticed the red nailpolish on her long manicured fingernails; her fingers were long and delicate.

She turned on her heels and took a pace towards her husband offering him a cup of coffee.

Harold exploded and slapped the coffee out of his wife's hand; the cup flew across the room. Some of the coffee spilled on her blouse.

"You let some stranger fuck you in a railway workshop and you think coffee's going to make it better! You stupid cunt!" Harold stormed out of the room.

Michele began to sob and Mike went over to her. She fell into his arms and put her head on his shoulder and cried. Mike held her gently and let her cry; her body felt wonderful and she smelled delightful. His cock began to thicken.

Janine Munner stuck her head around the door to see what the commotion was all about. She saw Mike comforting Michele and she made hand gestures indicating for him to continue to comfort Michele while she talked to her husband. Mike nodded.

He heard Janine and Harold talking in hushed tones in the hallway and then their voices trailed off; they must have gone into another room.

Mike still held Michele in his arms and she was leaning against him. Although she was a big woman she felt delicate; her breasts pressed against his chest and her belly brushed his. She heaved as she sobbed and her breasts and abdomen rubbed against his body. He held her tightly and his cock became erect. Her perfume enveloped them as they held onto each other for what for him seemed like an eternity.

Michele felt safe in the embrace of this young policeman; his body was hard but his touch soft and considerate; he stroked her back soothingly and then caressed her hair. Michele let the man comfort her for a while and allowed herself to be calmed and soothed by his gentle embrace. She absentmindedly lifted one foot off the ground and leaned into the man's toned body. She suddenly became aware of how close they were; her belly was pressing against his groin and she realised he had an erection.

Her initial reaction was to break the embrace and push him away from her but it felt so marvellous to be held by someone who obviously appreciated her.  Also she had been in a state of semi-arousal ever since she had been violated and the feel of the man's hard member pressing against her through her clothing was quiet erotic.

Michele lifted her head off his shoulders and stared at him; her face inches from his. Mike gazed into her pretty eyes and his cock pulsed; he knew she could feel it. She suddenly smiled. She leaned forward and pecked him gently on the lips.

"Naughty boy," she smiled and stepped back out of his embrace.

Mike could taste her lipstick and smell her perfume.

They heard footsteps approaching.

"Will that be all officer?" Michele asked, dabbing at her eyes with a handkerchief as Janine Munner and her husband entered the room.

"Detective actually; but yes for now Mrs Bouvier," Mike replied; her eyes registered his amusement at their private joke.

"And I'd just like to apologise. To my wife and to you two detectives," Harold Bouvier said somewhat pompously.

"Oh go fuck yourself Harold!" Michele Bouvier sneered and spun on her heels.

Now she looked a lot more composed and in control. Her ass, constrained nicely in her tight skirt, sashayed from side to side provocatively as she strode purposely out of the room.

"Michele! Honey! I'm sorry!" Harold called after her as he followed in her wake.

"What a fucking dweeb!" Janine Munner muttered.

"Yep," Mike replied, thankful that his suit jacket hid his boner.

"Did you learn anything else?" Janine asked Mike as they drove back to the station.

"Other than the fact that her husband is a complete, unappreciative, asshole; no!" Mike replied.

"Unappreciative? Be careful Mike your chauvinism is slipping," Janine jibed him.

"Well even a complete misogynist like myself can see that Harold is blaming his wife for what happened to her. She seems like a very nice lady to me."

"Jesus Mike! You're the one who told me to harden up; you're not sweet on the broad are you?" Janine continued to rib her partner.

"Nah! You're more my type. Too bad you're a rug-munching lipstick-lezzo!"

"Ah, that's more like the partner I know and love. I didn't get much else out of her either and I doubt she told her daughter anything. I don't know though; I still get the feeling she isn't telling us everything," Janine mused.

The following evening Mike was parked outside of the Graham Academy; the community college where Michele's nineteen year old daughter Nadine attended school. The boys were practicing football and the cheerleaders were practicing their cheer routines on the playing field under the floodlights. 

Mike had his binoculars fixed on Nadine Bouvier. Just like the last time he has seen her she was dressed in her cheerleader outfit; a white pleated skirt, a figure-hugging spandex top, white with the letters GA in blue and red emblazoned on it, sheer flesh-tone tights and white gym shoes. Her brunette hair was worn in a ponytail.

She pranced around; her skirt flying up and her chest heaving in the tight spandex top as she went through her cheer routines. Mike had a huge erection that he stroked through his pants. He saw that the practice was about to finish and watched as she went over to the bleachers to where her tote bag lay. He quickly dialled a number in his cell phone and smiled as he watched Nadine rummage around in her bag for her phone.

Mike had got Nadine's number from her mother's cell phone.

"Hello?" Mike heard Nadine pant into the phone; she was still catching her breath after the workout.

"Hi. Nadine Bouvier? This is detective Harris; I was at your place a few days ago."

"Oh, hello detective; what can I do for you?"

Mike went on to explain how he would like to talk to her to see if there was anything that she might be able to help them with regarding her mother's case. He definitely did not tell her that if anyone should be talking to her, it should be his partner, who incidentally, was of a mind that Nadine had nothing to add to the facts of the case.

"I guess so; sure. I want to help. When?" she asked.

"Well I'm parked across the street here; maybe I can give you a ride home and we can talk on the way?"

"Sure," she replied; why should a nineteen-year-old girl be suspicious of a cop?

Mike reached into the glove compartment and took out a small digital voice recorder. He switched it on and slid it under his seat. He unclipped the pancake holster containing his weapon and slid that under the seat too.

Mike watched Nadine approach and his cock pulsated; goddamn she was hot! Her little skirt flicked around her thighs and her firm tits were moulded to her spandex top. She waved as she approached his car and gave him a big smile. He reached across and pushed open the door for her. She tossed her tote bag on the back seat and climbed in the front. His eyes went straight to her legs as she carelessly allowed the little skirt to ride right up her thighs. She was wearing white spandex gym panties; what he thought were flesh-tone tights were in fact tan pantyhose. She saw him looking and smiled innocently.

"I don't wear my good tights to practice; its bad enough they made us wear the uniform and full makeup, I must look a mess," she said.

Her face was fully made up; lipstick, powder, blush, eyeshadow, eyeliner, mascara; the whole shebang. Her makeup was only slightly smeared by the workout and she smelled like bubblegum and perfume overlaid with a scintilla of perspiration.

"Yeah it was a full dress rehearsal for the game this weekend but I'll be fucked if I'm going to ruin my good tights so I wear these old things," Nadine pulled the sheer nylon away from her thigh and Mike's cock thickened.

"Em; rather strong language for a schoolgirl," he smiled at her.

"Bullshit, I'm a college freshman," she beamed back at him.

He was amazed at how brazen she was with him and how attractive she looked. She was a younger version of her mother; all curves, and tits to die for.

She deftly spun around, and kneeling on the seat, she leaned over and rummaged around in her bag. Her skirt rode right up her ample ass and Mike could see all of her white spandex panties. They were moulded to her taut buttocks; the crevice of her ass crack clearly visible through the almost transparent material. The gym panties covered her ass from the tops of her thighs to her trim waist; the waistband of her pantyhose was also tantalisingly visible.

Nadine adeptly spun around and caught him looking. She smiled again.

"What is about guys with girls dressed in cheerleader outfits? Its just gym clothes worn with a short skirt!" she flopped back in her seat.

Mike saw that she had taken a package of cigarettes and a lighter from her bag.

"Well not all girls fill their cheerleader outfits like you," Mike smiled back at her.

Nadine looked at him quizzically.

"You're pretty fresh for a cop who's supposed to be interviewing me about my mother," she said.

"And you're pretty fresh for a co-ed in her first year of college," he replied.

"That's why they call us freshmen," she beamed back at him and shook out a cigarette and offered it to him.

"We aren't supposed to smoke in municipal vehicles," Mike said, taking the offered cigarette.

"You aren't supposed to look up the skirts of teenage college girls either I bet?" she sniggered.

She offered him a light and then lit her own cigarette.

"It's a cheerleader outfit; you're not showing me anything I couldn't see sitting on the fifty yard line," Mike smiled back.

"Sure Mike," Nadine replied and deliberately hiked up her skirt to the top of her thighs.

"Flirt!" he said playfully.

Nadine got serious.

"So. About mom?"

"Well my partner and I were wondering if she might have told you something that she wouldn't tell us. A lot of sexual assault victims confide in their close family members things they are too embarrassed to tell the cops."

"Like what?"

"Like anything," Mike replied.

"Ok. She told you that he came twice right? Is that relevant? That he came twice? Mom said he panty-popped her first before he fucked her," she drew on her cigarette.

"You can get the DNA off her underwear because he panty-popped her," she said earnestly. 

Mike was amazed at how forthright and unemotional this young woman was. Hearing her talk this way was turning him on tremendously.

"Err.........Panty-popped?" Mike asked.

"Oh. That's what we girls do for our boyfriends if we really like them. The boys want to fuck us but some of the girls don't want to give up their cherries. Most girls will let a guy finger-bang them and some of the more adventurous girls let the guys panty-pop them."

"Your generation probably called it dry-humping; but this is a little bit more daring. You let the guy climb on top of you and rub his cock on the crotch of your panties or pantyhose. Hence the term 'panty-pop' get it?"




The Pantyhose Stalker Ch. 02



"Jesus!" Mike exhaled, blowing a long plume of cigarette smoke out the window.

"So is that any help?" she smiled at him again and ran her tongue seductively across her teeth.

"Well we know about the DNA on your mother's underwear. Is there anything else?" Mike asked.

"Apart from the fact that she enjoyed it," Nadine said matter-of-factly.

"Whaaat?" Mike coughed and nearly dropped his cigarette.

"She told me last night. Came into my room and spilled her guts. Said my father had accused her of being a trollop who got what she asked for. Said dad hadn't fucked her for months. Said her attacker's cock was bigger and thicker than dad's and that he knew how to use it."

"Said she stood on her high-heels, spread her legs, and rutted like a whore. Said she enjoyed every minute of it and that as soon as I leave college she's giving the old man the boot."

"Jesus!" Mike repeated himself, incredulous at this girl's candid responses.

"She really said all that?"

"Yep she did. Says the guy forced himself on her but that she got hot only when he started you to...you know...do her."

"And what do you think of all that?" Mike asked.

"I love my mom and I hate my dad. I'm glad she's leaving the old bastard. I'm sad she got violated but if she was forced to enjoy it; that's not really such a bad thing."

"Jesus," Mike repeated himself yet again.

Nadine flicked her cigarette out of the window and pulled on her seat belt.

"So are you still going to give me a ride home?" she smiled at him again.

"Sure," Mike started the car.

"How old are you?" Nadine asked, aimlessly staring out the window.

"Jesus! I'm thirty something," he smiled trying to concentrate on the road ahead but he kept stealing furtive glances at the teenager's long legs and firm tits.

"Mom says you're hot," she rambled on.

"Jesus!"

"She says you hugged her when dad ranted and raved at her. Says you were really kind."

"Well its part of the service," Mike joked.

"She says you had a serious boner too."

"Jesus!"

Before Mike could retort she turned and faced him.

"You think my mom's hot?"

"I think your mom is sophisticated and attractive. I think your old man is nuts not to be more attentive to her. But you couldn't get me to say that in a court of law," Mike concluded.

"Would you fuck her? She gave you a boner when you hugged her. I bet you would."

"Let's change the subject I think," Mike said.

This encounter was not going at all to plan.

"Do you think I'm hot?" Nadine asked and glared at him.

"Jesus!"

"I think you're also sophisticated and attractive; a younger version of your mother."

"I also think you are nineteen and have far too much to say," he chided her.

"Bullshit! You think I'm hot. Mom's right though; you're pretty hot yourself for an older guy," Nadine was still staring at him.

"I bet you have a boner right now don't you?"

"Jesus Nadine; do you ever shut up!" Mike snapped.

Nadine smiled at him again, parted her red lipsticked lips and raked her tongue over her teeth seductively. She slowly and deliberately pulled up the hem of her little skirt exposing her panties.

"Do you wanna panty-pop me detective? All this sex talk is making me hot," Nadine smirked and looked deliberately at his crotch.

She knew Mike was horny as hell with all the talk about sex; she could see the outline of his long thick cock through his pants.

"Ok girly; you asked for it!"

Mike pulled off the road into a dark parking area next to a nature reserve. It was deserted.

Without even being asked Nadine climbed over into the back seat and threw her tote bag onto the floor. Mike got out of the driver's seat and climbed into the back.

He pulled Nadine Bouvier roughly to him and began to kiss her; he slid his tongue into her mouth and she kissed him back. She tasted of bubblegum and cigarettes. His hands explored her tits; he squeezed them through the spandex cheerleader outfit.

"Here; let me," Nadine gasped and pulled off her top.

Her magnificent tits were now available for Mike to play with. He eased them out of the cups of her sports bra and sucked on one nipple while his fingers tweaked the other. Nadine moaned and her hands fumbled around in his lap until her fingers found his rampant hard on and she began to stroke it through his pants.

Mike knew this was dangerous territory; but he had a plan. He hadn't expected Nadine Bouvier to be so easy but then she didn't know what was coming. He smiled to himself and continued to caress her full breasts and suck her nipples, which were now rock hard. He wished he had more light so he could see more of the teenage girl but he made the most of the situation.

He took his hand off her tit and caressed her body; he stroked her flat belly and worked his way down into her lap. He slowly lifted her skirt; the hem creeping up her nylon-clad thighs. The material of the skirt hissed softly on Nadine's sheer hose. He found the clasp at the side of the skirt and undid it. Nadine assisted him by lifting her ass off the seat so he could pull the skirt down her legs. She kicked it off then she kicked off her shoes.

She was now dressed only in her bra, panties and nylons. Her breasts hung free of her bra cups. Mike groaned and reached down and stroked her legs. Their kisses became more passionate as he traced a finger up her leg and tickled the crease where her thigh met her body. He followed the crease until his fingers rested on the front panel of her gym panties.

Mike traced the outline of Nadine's pubis through the warm slick fabric of her panties. Nadine's pussy began to moisten. Mike dropped to the floor of the car and spread Nadine's legs wide and put his head between them. He pushed his hands under her ass and caressed her buttocks; digging his fingers into her panty-clad cheeks; he lifted her ass up and pulled her closer until her crotch was only inches from his face.

He leaned forward and kissed her pubic mound; inhaling her perfume. Her crotch smelled of perspiration, perfume, and a hint of vaginal secretions. His hot breath on her mound was making her wet. 

"Are you going to lick me? You can if you want," she sighed.

"Do you want me to?" he smiled up at her.

"Oh God yes!" she threw back her head in lustful anticipation.

Mike stripped off his coat and pulled off his shirt without even fully unbuttoning it. He kicked off his shoes and sox. He was now naked except for his jockey shorts.

He looked down at the girls legs spread wide before him; her panties were glued to her pubic mound. Her legs clad in the sheer tan pantyhose rose up from seat like a Y-shaped feast. He lowered his head.

"Oh yes! Do it detective!" Nadine spurned him on.

He licked her mound and raked his fingers across her firm flat belly. Mike slathered at Nadine's panty crotch; his lips traced the outline of her pubic mound. He could taste her juices now and hear her panting as he used his mouth to excite her through her panties and hose. The spandex panties felt nice but the fabric was too thick to really appreciate the subtleties of her young cunt. He removed his face from her crotch and slammed her legs shut.

Nadine gave a moan of despair until she realised what he was doing. He pulled her panties off and pushed her legs wide open again; her feet were still high in the air and he had a magnificent view of the young girl's nylon sheathed pussy. Her pantyhose were sheer to the waist and they didn't even have a seam running down the centre of the gusset. Only a gossamer thin film of sheer tan nylon covered her sweet pussy.

He buried his face again and this time he could explore her cunt with his tongue, he traced her lips and found her clitty. He sucked on it through the translucent fabric and she slammed her legs shut around his head and pushed his face into her groin. Her hose were sodden with cunny juice and spittle; her cunt was sweet; her lips and clitoris engorged with lust.

Nadine opened her legs for him and his hands once again found her buttocks and squeezed them as his lips and tongue traced her slit through her pantyhose.

"Oh fuck you are good at this; those college boys haven't a clue," Nadine moaned.

She thrust her hips upwards and put her hands on Mike's head and pulled his face harder into her groin. Mike gave Nadine ten minutes of cunnilingus bringing her to the peak many times and then easing off so she couldn't come.

Nadine was writhing all over the back seat and moaning like a banshee.

"Jesus mister when are you going to make me come?" she moaned.

"Soon; I want to try that panty-pop thing you told me about," Mike grinned; his mouth wet with pussy juice.

"Ok Mike; you can put your cock on my pussy."

"But only through my pantyhose; not inside them," she warned.

"Ok honey," Mike said and rose over her spread legs and lowered his face to hers.

He kissed her; slowly at first and then he slipped his tongue into her mouth and she responded and allowed Mike to ease her into position so he could climb on top of her. He kissed her passionately and his hands roamed all over her body. His hands once again found her breasts but they didn't linger there very long. His hands ran down her tight youthful body and then he found her thighs and began to caress them; his fingers hissed on her sleek nylon-clad legs as he explored them from the tops of her thighs down to her knees.

She felt his red-hot penis against her flesh as he began to hump her legs and she closed them and trapped his cock between her thighs and kissed him back. Their muffled cried echoed in the dark quiet car.

Mike was humping away like crazy; she was the youngest girl he had taken and he wasn't sure how long he would last. Nadine's pantyhose were soaking wet and her cunt was hot and wet; he was ready for release knowing that he would be able to get hard again soon after.

"Panty-pop me mister! Make me come!" Nadine begged.

She put her hand between their bodies and pushed Mike off her a little. They were still frantically kissing each other, moaning and mewing as their lust began to peak.

Nadine took hold of Mike's cock and rubbed the glans against the front of her pantyhose; his cock slithered on the silky fabric covering her belly.

"Now we're panty-popping Mike; do you like it?" she moaned.

"Nadine this is so lovely but I want you to put it on your pussy!" he begged.

"Shhh.............Easy Mike; let me do it," she crooned into his ear and then kissed him again.

She positioned his cock in the folds of her nylon-sheathed pussy; the sheer gossamer nylon enfolded his shaft. Nadine wriggled underneath him and re-positioned his cock so that his glans massaged her clitty. Waves of pleasure washed over her as Mike humped her. She lifted her legs and wrapped them around his waist, making sure her nylons rubbed against his sensitive skin.

Mike moaned and began to slowly hump the teenaged girl, they kissed feverishly. He slid his hands under her buttocks and he lifted her ass up to meet his thrusts.

The friction of his shaft against Nadine's tender clit was incredibly stimulating. She was close to coming.

Mike's thrusts were getting harder and faster and the head of his penis was getting dangerously close to penetrating her vagina; only her translucent pantyhose prevented him from entering her.

"Easy Mike; its just a panty-pop, you ain't gonna fuck me!" Nadine warned him again.

She reached down and placed the shaft of his penis inside the folds of her young cunny, ensuring the head maintained its vigorous massaging of her clitoris but stayed clear of the entrance to her vagina. She locked her legs around Mike's back and raised her ass up off the car seat to meet his thrusts.

"Come for me Mike!" she panted in his ear.

"I'm coming with you Mike! Come on my young slick cunt!"

Nadine smashed her mouth against his and rubbed her silken-clad legs along his flanks and ground her pussy against his rock-hard penis. She drove her tongue deep into his mouth, her tits squashed against his chest, her nipples felt like rock-hard buds. She drummed her heels against his back as her orgasm raged through her body.

Mike panted and moaned; he frantically pounded his pulsing penis against Nadine's sodden cunt and then she felt his cock throb and quiver as scalding hot semen flooded the gusset of her pantyhose; his juices intermingled with hers.

They ground against each other frantically kissing, groping and grinding their bodies together. Mike's fingernails dug into her firm buttocks. His cock quivered and pulsed as his seed continued to flood Nadine's pussy; the head of his cock rubbed and ground against her clitty and their bodies convulsed and contorted as they writhed together in an orgy of lust. 

Eventually their orgasms subsided and Mike lay on top of Nadine; his slowly deflating penis enfolded in her come-soaked, gauzy-hosed cunt. Mike nuzzled Nadine and kissed her lips with soft tender kisses; he stroked her thigh with one hand while his other hand stroked her cheek.

"So that was a panty-pop?" he smiled down at her.

"Yeah; you didn't do too bad for old guy," she slapped him playfully on the ass and then wrapped her arms around him.

"Don't move. I love lying like this in the afterglow but I really want a cigarette; do you mind?" she asked.

"Great idea," Mike replied and managed to reach down and found them in her tote bag without too much difficulty.

He lit a cigarette for each of them as they lay in each other's arms.

One of the reasons the FBI profilers at Quantico described the Pantyhose Stalker as having 'remarkable recovery time' was because he took Viagra. Mike was horny most of the time anyway but popping a Viagra when he was on the hunt ensured he always managed to get off on his victims at least twice.

Mike had put an empty soda can on the floor to use as an ashtray and had cracked the window to let some of the smoke escape. He lay on top of Nadine as they smoked their cigarettes and contentedly stroked each other.

"I gotta get home soon detective," Nadine giggled and squirmed underneath him.

"No rush honey," Mike smiled back.

"Wow mister; you sure like them panty-pops," Nadine giggled as she felt Mike become erect again against her sodden quim.

"But no more tonight; like I said, I gotta get home."

Mike didn't move. In fact he pressed his body down on Nadine.

"Hey mister! Enough already! Get off me!" she whined.

"I haven't finished with you yet!" Mike growled.

"No! No more! I gotta get home!" Nadine pleaded.

Nadine began to wriggle and struggle underneath his bulk. She suddenly realised that she was in serious trouble and had lost control of the situation.

"But you're a policeman; you're supposed to protect me, not violate me," she begged.

"I am what I am. And you're a haughty teenage prick-teaser who is about to get what she deserves," Mike gnarled.

Nadine realised that fighting this man was out of the question. She was not a virgin; she had given away her virginity quite some time ago to a boyfriend she no longer saw or cared about. She had not had coital sex for over year though, limiting her sexual activity to the odd panty-pop here and there. She realised that Mike was going to take her; the irony of the situation was not lost on her. Her mother having been violated only a few days earlier.

She decided not to fight. There was a slim chance that if she didn't respond maybe the detective would lose interest. She lay still on the back seat.

"Coward! Go on take what you want; I'll not fight you, but you will be fucking a rag doll!" 

Mike didn't care. He just wanted to fuck this young teen-queen. Some of his other victims had responded the same way when they knew the inevitable was about to happen. It sort of turned him on as much as when they fought back.

Nadine didn't respond and she didn't fight; she just lay there with Mike on top, her legs spread. Lying prone and not offering any response at all only served to inflame Mike's lust. He put his hand between Nadine's legs and positioned his cock over her pantyhose covered pussy and started to thrust slowly against her.

Mike continued to kiss Nadine's unresponsive lips as he humped her pantyhose crotch, the sensation was magnificent. He could feel the outline of his Nadine's pussy lips through the hose and he adjusted himself so that his cock was between her puffy labia. The sheer nylon was saturated with semen and pussy juices from their panty-pop session so he couldn't tell if Nadine was aroused or not but she continued to lie still and impassive.

He reached down and put a fingernail against the nylon covering her cunt and pushed until he felt her pantyhose tear. Nadine still didn't move so he pushed forward with his hips. The tip of his cock forced its way through the hole in her pantyhose and was nestled in her pussy lips against the entrance to her cunt. He pushed forward again slowly but firmly and felt the head of his cock penetrate her.

"Gnuhhh!" Nadine grunted she felt his cock enter her.

Nadine flinched but she made no effort to stop him; he pushed his shaft in further and found no resistance. She was wet! It was obvious Nadine was not going to become a willing participant; but she couldn't stop her body from responding.

"Ohhh!" Nadine grunted again as Mike's cock snaked further inside her.

Although she was unwilling; Mike's cock was turning her on. It was long and thick; far bigger than any of her boyfriends. Her pussy began to lubricate and exquisite little sparks of sexual excitement began to surge from inside her vagina.

"Oh please stop! Please stop! Don't do this!" she begged.

Mike ignored her and he started to slowly thrust, hardly moving his cock at all, just enough to push his cock further inside her, millimetre by millimetre.

"Mmmm...You're tighter than your mother," Mike whispered in her ear.

Nadine was shocked. Then it sort of made sense. This man was the same man who had attacked her mother! And she had willingly given him with a panty-pop!

"Oh my God!" Nadine gasped as the realisation hit her.

Not only was she being fucked by the man who had violated her mother; just like her mother, she was beginning to enjoy it!

Eventually Mike was fully inside Nadine and his balls came to rest against the silken gusset of her pantyhose, he was trying to delay his orgasm. He was close to coming but entering her slowly had helped prevent his climax. But he knew the inevitable would happen soon, regardless of how slowly he fucked her.

Nadine felt Mike's cock fully enter her, filling and stretching her vagina; the base of his cock ground against her clit and she could do nothing to stop the sexual energy radiating from her cunt. She tried, but couldn't stifle another moan.

"Ohhhh," she whimpered.

Mike lifted her silken hosed legs up and put them around his body. Nadine didn't fight him; she was just like a rag doll. Mike could feel her silky pantyhose legs on his back and thighs; he pulled his throbbing cock all the way out and then thrust deeply, once, twice, three times. 

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" he cried out in the cool dark car.

"Oh! Oh! Oh!" Nadine cried each time that he plunged his cock deep inside her, she grunted with the force of his thrusts. 

On the final thrust he pushed his cock in as far it would go and his scrotum nestled on her pantyhose clad ass. 

He exploded.

Mike crushed Nadine's lips and she began to respond. She opened her lips and allowed his tongue to explore her mouth. She kissed him back and suddenly her legs came to life and she wrapped them around his body, rubbing her silken-sheathed claves along his torso. She wrapped her arms around him and lifted her ass up and arched her back to meet his thrusts.

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" she wailed and ground her pussy against him.

She felt her vagina flood with scalding semen; Mike's cock jackhammered in and out of her; her clitty felt like it was on fire and the walls of her vagina throbbed and squeezed the quivering member impaling her and filling her with seed. 




The Pantyhose Stalker Ch. 02



Mike shuddered and groaned for what seemed like an eternity as he filled Nadine with his hot load. Her heels beat against his back, spurning him on, the intensity of their orgasm was incredible. They kissed and hugged and slammed their bodies against one and other. Mike clenched at Nadine's buttocks; digging in his fingers and pulling her to him.

"Fuck me! Oh fuck me! Fuck me you bastard!" she screamed.

After a few minutes the car stopped rocking. Mike lay on top of Nadine, spent panting and gasping for breath. Nadine lay under him exhausted, her legs spread wide, her pantyhose torn and soaked with sweat, semen and vaginal juices. Her arms lay by her side as she stared up at the roof of the car through the gloom.

Mike leant down to kiss her and she turned her face away.

"Don't do that," she said, the revulsion in her voice surprised him somewhat.

"Can I go home now please?" Nadine whimpered.

There was a long period of awkward silence as they both got dressed. Nadine took off her ruined pantyhose and dropped them on the floor of the car. She wiped her vagina with a tissue from her tote bag and pulled on her panties. She adjusted her bra, pulled on her top and slipped into her skirt. She pulled on her shoes and brushed her hair.

She took a small makeup case with her into the front seat and used the mirror on the sun visor to fix her makeup using the light of the dome-light to see. Her pussy-lips were puffy and her clit tender; she could feel a little trickle of semen seeping from her vagina into her panty crotch.

When Mike dressed he had stolen one of her cigarettes and he leaned against the fender smoking it.

"I'm ready detective; you can take me home now," Nadine called out the window.

Mike crushed out his cigarette, got in the car and drove Nadine home in silence; she puffed a cigarette and stared blankly out the window all the way.

Mike pulled to the curb opposite the Bouvier residence. Nadine sat there with her arms crossed; her petulance and disgust evident. Mike reached under the seat and his fingers found the digital voice recorder. He rewound it for a while and then pressed stop.

"Before you say anything to anyone I want you to listen to this," he said.

He pressed play. Nadine's voice sounded tinny coming out of the tiny speaker but it was unmistakably her voice: 

"Now we're panty-popping Mike; do you like it?"

"Nadine this is so lovely but I want you to put it on your pussy!"

"Shhh.............Easy Mike; let me do it."

Mike hit the pause button and Nadine looked at Mike incredulously.

"You fucking recorded it!"

"Yep! And when I edit out the last twenty minutes or so the only thing left will be the sounds of you seducing me," he smiled.

"Try explaining that to mommy or to anyone else," he scoffed.

"You are one motherfucker, detective!" Nadine hissed contemptuously.

She grabbed her tote bag and got out of the car.

Mike watched her walk up her driveway. He smiled to himself and reached into the rear of the car and picked up her discarded pantyhose. He raised them to his nostrils and inhaled deeply and then drove off.

To Be Continued......................



The Pantyhose Stalker Ch. 03



Disclaimer: This story is purely fictional and is a segue into the darker part of the human psyche where forced sex fantasises dwell. The author also does not condone non-consensual or physically forced sex, but acknowledges that men and women do have these fantasises. I certainly do; and I sometimes act them out in real life in my female persona when dressed as Michele. In fact as a transvestite I identify more with the female characters in my stories than I do the male. That said, being bisexual, I am turned on by both the male and female characters; and of course my nylon fetish is self-evident.   

Part Three

Detective Mike Harris lay on his bed masturbating; his cock was encased in the tan pantyhose Nadine Bouvier had discarded after he had assaulted her. He had the gusset of the hose over his head and was inhaling the scent the juices of her cunt had left on the hose. He had one of the legs of her pantyhose pulled tight over his cock. He came and a puddle of white creamy semen oozed through the sheer nylon stretched tightly over his glans. He wiped up the mess and dropped the garment into a drawer on his bedside table.

He showered and dressed ready for work. He worked as a detective in the Sex Crimes unit down at city PD; most cops just referred to the unit as 'Sex'; on TV it was called SVU. The incongruity was that Mike was not only a detective in the sex crimes unit; he was also the Pantyhose Stalker.

It had been over a week since he had assaulted Nadine Bouvier and he had assaulted her mother only a few days before that. He had collected some pretty good trophies from them; a spare key to the Bouvier house, Michele Bouvier's cell phone, and a digital voice recording of Nadine Bouvier propositioning him and then having consensual sex with him. Well it was what she called a panty-pop, which is basically a dry hump. Mike had assaulted her after the panty-pop but had erased the incriminating part of the recording.

Now it was a matter of how best to use the things he had collected form the Bouviers to his advantage. His partner, Sergeant Janine Munner, was giving him a hard time of late because the Pantyhose Stalker case was not getting anywhere. That was mainly due to the fact that they could not identify the Pantyhose Stalker because the usually reliable fingerprint and DNA evidence was bringing them nothing.

"So we have five unsolved sexual assaults; all by the same guy. Same MO, same DNA, same fingerprints, but we can't match them with anything on file," Janine grumbled.

"And if there are five reported sexual assaults then he has committed at least twice that many because statistically less than half of these crimes ever get reported!" she continued.

Janine Munner hated men who forced themselves on women. She hated chauvinistic men for that matter. She was a lipstick-lezzo. A very attractive lipstick-lezzo and she was driving Mike nuts. Not only was she a pain in the ass as a partner; he found her tremendously attractive. The way she dressed drove him wild.

Today she wore a navy-blue pinstriped power suit. The skirt was so tight he was surprised she could walk in it and her jacket strained to contain her tits; it was a wonder the buttons of her blouse didn't pop. She wore a cream satin blouse under the jacket, taupe nylons and black high-heels. Her long blonde hair, usually worn in a single plait or ponytail, was brushed out today. She was wearing heavy makeup, perfume and lots of jewellery. Even her fingernails were painted blood red to match her lipstick.

It was almost as if she dared any of the men on the squad to complain about the way she dressed just so she could lay harassment charges. Most of the cops joked that she would never catch a bad guy dressed like she did; but none of the guys complained; she was the best looking piece of ass on the force.

"You know what Janine; maybe we should have another interview with the Bouvier woman," Mike said.

He was anxious to get a legitimate excuse to go back to the Bouvier house. He wanted to check out a few things there; he had further plans for the Bouvier women!

"I told you Mike, it's a dead end. She's told us everything she's going to," Janine said.

"Hey I tell you what though. I heard she kicked out that no good weasel of a husband. Good for her," Janine said.

"Yeah. Good for her," Mike repeated.

His mind began ticking over. This was a good thing! This fitted right in with his plans!

"You know what; if we don't get any more leads by five o'clock, what say we go for a couple of drinks? My life-partner is away on business and I could do with de-stressing." Janine asked.

Mike was a little taken aback; it was not unusual for partners on the force to go for drinks after work; in fact it was the norm. But Sergeant Janine Munner had never shown the slightest inkling of mixing with him outside of the workplace. This was an interesting turn of events.

Mike and Janine worked the case without progressing any further. Mike was distracted by his partner; she kept unintentionally providing him with tantalising glimpses of her legs and breasts. Her perfume drove him wild and he spent most of the day trying to hide a boner. At one stage Janine was bent over the bottom drawer of a filing cabinet and her skirt rode up high on her thighs. He could make out what he thought were white nylon panties under the sheer gusset of her hose. He moved to the cabinet beside the one she working on so he could look down her blouse and was rewarded with a glimpse of her large firm tits barely contained by the cups of a white lace bra.

"Jesus! You guys are so transparent!" Janine snapped at him when she saw what he was doing.

She looked pointedly at the bulge in his pants and smiled.

"Well; it goes to show I can still get a man excited; even though I'm not interested in what you have to offer. Not that you appear to have much anyway," she sniggered.

Mike blushed with both embarrassment and anger.  He would show this bitch what for one day!

She surprised him when later that day she came over to his desk.

"We still on for that drink Mike?"

"Sure," he smiled wanly back at her.

"Oh come on Mike; I was just ribbing you earlier, we can still be friends and get a drink can't we?" she smiled genuinely at him.

Mike smiled back, but he was thinking to himself how much he would like to fuck her. He slipped his hand inside the pocket of his jacket and fingered the small bottle. It contained Rohypnol or Roofies as it was called on the street. This was not the Pantyhose Stalker's MO; he had never drugged a woman before, but it was an idea he'd been playing with for a while now. He smiled to himself. 

"Sure; any particular place you wanna go?" he smiled back at her.

"Geez Mike, the only places I know are lesbian bars and I'm sure you don't want to go to any of those," she laughed.

"I know a place. It's not a cop bar; it's somewhere we can get a drink without the rest of the PD wagging their tongues," he suggested.

"Not a bad idea. No need for the rest of the guys in Sex to start unfounded rumours, I'll follow you," she said putting on her jacket.

Mike had to act quickly; this was an unplanned opportunity but he wanted this woman so bad he was prepared to take a few extra risks. He drove to his apartment block and Janine followed him, parking in the basement car park next to him.

"Geez Mike this isn't very subtle; is this your apartment block?" Janine asked him as she alighted from her car.

She owned an eco-friendly compact, a Prius or some such tree-hugging, fern-sniffing, lezzo-homo-mobile; 'just the sort of car a lezzo bitch would drive,' he thought but he got a great view of her legs and ass as struggled to get out of the driver's seat with her tight skirt constricting her thighs.

"I just thought it's out of the way, besides there's a bar I go to around the corner, very close. You can leave your car here and we can walk," he grinned.

She smiled back.

"Discretion is your middle name," she joked and followed him out of the basement door to the street.

"I know lots of partners go for drinks after work, but as soon as the guys see a female cop alone with her male partner they start tongue wagging," Janine said.

"Even if the cop is a lesbian?" Mike joked.

"If she looks as hot as I do they do," she joked back.

They walked the short distance to Mike's local bar in silence after that, each lost in their own thoughts. Janine couldn't stop thinking about their current case and why the DNA evidence didn't match anything they had on file. Most 'serials', as they called them, graduated to sexual assault after committing less serious offences such as break-and-enter, voyeurism, or less serious assault charges, so most of them had DNA and fingerprints on file.

Mike on the other hand was thinking how much he'd like to bend Sergeant Janine Munner over one of the many cars they were passing on the dark street, hike up her skirt, rip the crotch out of her pantyhose and fuck her brains out! He stole surreptitious glances at her big tits and fine legs. Her clothing, makeup and perfume drove him wild. She was asking for it!

They settled into a cosy booth at the back of the bar. The place was crowded, dark and noisy. Mike was sitting so close to Janine he could smell her sweet breath as she talked. She drank her bourbon with coke; he drank his straight. They chatted about the case for a while and then Janine excused herself to use the bathroom. This was his chance! He slipped a pre-determined amount of the Roofies into a fresh drink and placed it on a coaster on the table. He popped a Viagra in anticipation of the evening's entertainment.

He had to stand up to let her back in the booth and she squeezed past him. He felt her large firm tits rub against his chest and his cock began to thicken. He'd popped a Viagra while she was in the ladies and it was working already. They continued to chat and drink for a while and then a marked difference occurred in Nadine's speech pattern. She started to slur her words and she began to loose coordination. She had to reach twice for her drink.

"Whew Mike, I think I might have drank too many too fast," she said.

Except it came out "Whew Mick, I shrink I mitt have shrank too moony too fast!"

"Typical woman; can't hold her liquor," Mike chided her.

"I usually hold my lickers by the ears!" she said and winked at him, overdoing the facial expression like a drunk would.

"That's a lezzo joke!" she winked again, her smile was crooked; the drug was taking effect.

"Shleepy................" She yawned and her eyelids began to droop.

This was the chance Mike had been hoping for. He was hard as a rock in anticipation.

He half helped half-dragged Janine out of the booth. He put her arm around his shoulders and started to guide her to the door.

"Look out folks! Coming through, coming through."

"She's ok, just had a few too many," he said apologetically as they weaved their way to the door.

By the time Mike had Janine outside she was almost a dead weight. She wasn't fat but she was buxom and he had to use all his strength to half-carry her to his apartment. He was lucky! No one saw him take her into his apartment. If he had been seen his plan was to let her just sleep it off and put it down to too much work, not enough sleep and too much booze. They had both been working long hours. But now no one knew he had her in his apartment the coast was clear for him to have his way with her.

Mike would have preferred if she had been awake for what he was about to do to her; he would have loved her to fight him and for her to be aware of him forcing himself on her. But this was exciting in a different way; having an unconscious woman to whom he could do whatever he wanted.

Mike struggled with Janine's now comatose body and eventually got her lying flat on her back on the bed. He was very excited now and tore off his clothes and straddled her prostrate body.  He could feel her breasts against his chest as he pressed his body against hers; her chest moved up and down and he was sweating from the exertion of getting her to his flat. He kissed her lips and then kissed down along the left side of her neck then up the right side, and then he kissed her cheeks and nibbled on both of her earlobes. He inhaled her sweet perfume. His cock was rampant. 

Mike reached over and took an ultra-light condom from his bedside table. He opened the package and unrolled the thin latex condom over his erect penis. He really wanted to feel this woman's cunt on his naked cock, but he couldn't afford to leave his DNA on Janine; she might match it to the Pantyhose Stalker and then in all likelihood she would join the dots and figure out it was him.

Mike pressed his penis against Janine's dress; her stomach was flat and tight. He forced his right leg between her legs and pressed down, rubbing against her crotch. The fabric of her skirt scratched the sensitive skin of his glans even though it was covered with the condom. This particular brand of condom was advertised as 'super-sensitive' and it was almost like he wasn't wearing one.  He moved his right leg down and inched her dress up her leg until he could feel her nylon-covered crotch against his skin. He rubbed his leg up and down then left and right against her panty covered crotch. 

Mike caressed her long blonde hair and bought it to his face and rubbed it against his cheek. He inhaled her sweet perfume. He then arranged her hair, straightening it along her neck and shoulders; he wanted her to look just so. He placed the palms of his hand along each side of the front her jacket and caressed her breasts feeling her cleavage then moved his hands down to her waist.  He rested for a few seconds and then unbuttoned and opened her jacket. He then slid his hands along her blouse and ran his hands across her nipples, his fingers sliding effortlessly across the sleek satin. 

Mike traced the outline of her bra with his fingertips and then put his hands under her breasts, and hefted her cleavage and then gently squeezed her firm ripe breasts. His cock was throbbing, dribbling silvery pre-seminal fluid into the condom. He forced himself not to rush this. He could easily have just hiked up her skirt, pulled off her panties, ripped open her hose and fucked her. But no! Slow and steady was the way to go. He wanted to draw this out and enjoy it.

He slid off her prone body and placed his hands under her back to lift her stomach; he bent down and kissed her near her navel. Then he slid his hands under her buttocks smoothed out her skirt. He straddled her body so he was facing her feet and pressed her ankles and feet together. He removed her high heels and placed them beside her unperceiving body. 

Mike moved to the end of the bed admiring his handy-work. He looked up her skirt admiring the view; even with her legs together there was a small opening in her skirt and he could see her silken clad calves and thighs. Mike reached out and touched her stocking feet and traced the outline of her heel, toes, and the arch of her feet with his fingers. He can now confirm she is wearing white nylon panties under the sheer gusset of her hose, and his cock trebles in anticipation. 

Mike straddled Janine again and opened her jacket and unbuttoned her blouse and stroked her hard flat abdomen. He slid his hands up to her firm breasts and massaged them through her white satin and lace bra, her nipples harden to his touch and a light groan escapes her mouth.  He lifted her breasts free of the cups and lowered his mouth to them, sucking on them alternately, flicking his tongue across her hard nipples.  He traces her dark areolae with his tongue and gently bites her teats. She moans again in her sleep.  He finished with her breasts by kissing each of them before moving on to explore more of her body.

Mike spun around to face her feet and slowly raised her skirt, marvelling at her long taupe pantyhose-clad legs. Her nylon panties are ghostly white in the darkened room, the sheer to the waist pantyhose covering her panties give them a smoky appearance. Mike plays with Janine's knees, tracing the little wrinkles and folds in her pantyhose and then he slowly runs his hands up her legs taking his time to admire how firm and well formed her muscles feel under the cool sleek nylon. When he got to the juncture where her thighs join her torso he explored the creases for a while, his fingers hypersensitive.

Janine's breathing had become ragged and deeper and little groans and mews escaped her lips. Despite being in a deep Roofies-induced sleep she is becoming aroused. This excites him more and his rock hard cock pulses once again. He slides his hands across her pubis and her pantyhose glide over her sleek nylon panties. She feels warm and soft down there, he can tell her pussy is shaved, the silhouette of her cunt is quite evident through the gossamer thin fabric of her hose and panties. He detects a faint whiff of pussy. She's getting aroused!

Mike lowers his face to Janine's pussy and kisses her through her panties. He traces the V of her pubis with his tongue and without warning Janine slowly opens her legs for him. He smiles and buries his face in her panty-clad cunt and begins to lap at her labia.

"Ohhhh!" Janine moans in her drug-induced sleep.

Mike can't take much more of this; he so wants to fuck her. He yanks at her panties and pantyhose and pulls them down to the tops of her thighs and then once again lowers his face to her cunt. It is fully shaven and the folds glisten with vaginal juices. He explores her outer lips and then her inner lips with his tongue and then he finds her clitoris and begins to lap at it with a steady rhythm.

"Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!" Janine mutters and her hands lift unsteadily off the bed and rest on Mike's head encouraging him in his endeavours.

Mike laps at Janine's cunt for a good five minutes and she is soaking wet with his spittle and her own vaginal juices. She is mewing and purring like a cat. Her body began to shake and shiver as his tongue lashes her clitty. He can't wait any longer; he has to have her!

Mike climbed off Janine's prone body and admired his handwork. Her heavily madeup face is framed by her long blonde hair; a bemused smile is fixed to her drugged frazzled face. Her jacket is wide open, as is her satin blouse; the cups of her bra have been pulled free of her magnificent breasts, the white satin contrasting magnificently with her lean tanned torso. Her navy-blue skirt is hiked up and bunched around her waist; her white panties are entangled in the gusset of her pantyhose; pulled halfway down her muscular thighs. Her long well defined legs encased in sheer taupe pantyhose glisten in the light of the bed lamp. Her toes and heels are encased in the darker reinforced nylon of her hose; her dainty feet are spread about a foot apart.

Mike fell on her and began to kiss her slack mouth; he can taste bourbon and coke and her sweet breath. His hands once again find her breasts and he kneads them forcefully as he wriggles his ass to position his rampant penis at the entrance to her vagina. He uses his feet to force open her legs a little wider and then his latex veiled penis can feel the folds of her hot, slick cunt.

He pushes forward and she grunts.

"Mmmffff."

Mike forces his tongue between her lips; his tongue invades her mouth as his cock invades her vagina. She is hot, tight and buttery and the walls of her cunt grip his rock-hard penis tightly. It's over far too quickly. Thrusting, once, twice, three times!

"Aggggggg!" he groans as he fills the reservoir tip of the condom with his hot spend.

Mike grinds his pubis against Janine's cunt and rubs his legs on hers so he can feel her nylons on his sensitive skin. Janine's cunt spasms and she moans in her sleep and Mike thrusts into her. Mike is kissing her fervently as his orgasm rages. God this just feels so good. Mike allows his cock to spasm deep inside Janine Munner until his orgasm is spent. He is kissing her, stroking her hair and rubbing his legs on hers; enjoying the sensations even though she is almost unresponsive.




The Pantyhose Stalker Ch. 03



Mike lay on top of Janine for about half an hour, enjoying the warmth and softness of her body and then he was rock hard once again. He fucked her twice more that night and both times her body unconsciously responded. She was soaking wet down there and Mike thought she came at least twice.

By three o'clock he was finished with her. He suspected the Roofies would be wearing off soon and his cock was sore from so much fucking. He dressed her as best he could and then dressed himself. He rummaged through her purse and found her keys.

Checking the coast was clear he half dragged-half walked her down to the basement car park and put her in the passenger seat of her car. He drove her home confident she had told him that her so-called 'life-partner' was away. He left her in the car while he checked out her apartment. It was dark and empty.

Once again he struggled to get her on the bed. Now came the tricky part! He took off her jacket and threw it on the floor and pulled off her high-heels and dropped them at the foot of the bed as if she had kicked them off in haste. He opened her blouse and lifted her tits free of her bra cups and then arranged one of her hands across her large firm tits. He hiked up her skirt and pulled down her panties and hose, bunching them around her knees.

It took him only a minute to find her vibrator hidden under her panties in her underwear drawer. Every woman he knew owned a vibrator so it was a certainty that a lezzo would have one. He had also found a strap-on cock in the drawer, probably to use on her lezzo partner.

Mike inserted the vibrator into Janine's sodden cunt and loosely placed her other hand over it. He stood back to admire his handiwork. Just what he had strove for! She looked like she had come home drunk and hurriedly torn off her jacket, fallen on the bed, kicked off her shoes and ripped open her blouse to play with her tits, and pulled down her underwear so she could frig herself with her vibrator.

She looked magnificent and despite having fucked her three times already, Mike was becoming erect again. He took a handful of Kleenex and relieved himself into them, stuffing them into his pocket. He took out his mobile phone; activated the camera function and took a succession of photos of Janine Munner's prostrate body. She had a drugged smile on her face and in the pictures she looked like a drunken whore who couldn't wait to get undressed before masturbating herself with a vibrating dildo.

Mike was proud of his work. If the Roofies worked right then she should wake up with very little knowledge as to what had happened to her last night. He was pretty certain she would figure that she had somehow gotten home drunk and horny and pleasured herself until she fell asleep. Too much drink and an absent partner would explain her current situation to herself.

Mike let himself out of his partner's apartment, but not before stealing a pair of her pantyhose and panties from her underwear drawer. He would have liked to take the underwear she was wearing, but that would be too risky. He walked a few blocks until he found an all-night drug store and called a cab.

He was fast asleep in his apartment an hour later, dreaming about what he was going to do the Bouvier mother and daughter when he got the chance.  Janine Munner's panties and pantyhose were tucked away in the drawer where he kept Nadine Bouvier's pantyhose and other assorted trophies from the women he had assaulted.

The next morning Janine Munner woke up feeling like shit. She was experiencing the worse hangover she had ever had. She was quite surprised to find that she was lying on her bed still fully clothed, although her clothing was in disarray and she had obviously fallen asleep masturbating. God she must have been horny as hell when she got home! The vibrator was still buried in her vagina and she felt sore. She must have given herself a real workout. She couldn't really remember leaving the bar but when she got off the bed she could see her car parked outside through the window. 

As she showered she tried to remember the rest of last night, but she could only remember up to the part where she was drinking at Mike's local bar. She must have driven home drunk! Being a cop she chided herself for committing such a blatant breach of the law. She had a wry smile on her face when she thought about how she had woken up. Her girlfriend or life-partner as they referred to each other had been away for over a week and she had been horny for some time. Her cunt felt bruised, but she had vague memories of having multiple orgasms last night so she had obviously worked herself hard with the vibrator.

She usually took the submissive role when they had sex and she loved her girlfriend to fuck her hard and fast with the strap-on they used during sex. She had clearly used the vibrator extensively inside herself during a prolonged masturbation session and then finally passed out from the booze. She lathered up her clean-shaven pussy and explored her tender labia; her clitty hardened and she stroked it gently at first and then increased the pressure and speed. She rubbed out an orgasm, finished her shower and dressed.

She arrived at work feeling a lot better after taking a handful of Tylonol and drinking a large coffee in the car she had bought to go at Starbucks. Mike was sitting at his desk looking fresh as a daisy. Bastard!

"Geez Mike I certainly tied one on last night," she smiled at him apologetically.

"Yep Sarge; but you insisted on driving yourself home," he smiled ruefully back at her.

"Still; no harm done," she said.

"None," Mike smiled to himself.

To Be Continued.......................

In the next chapter Mike hatches his scheme to sexually assault Michele and her daughter, but first he takes Michele back to the railway workshop and fucks her in same place he sexually assaulted her.

Please send me feedback, criticism and encouragement; I will always respond.



The Pantyhose Stalker Ch. 04



Disclaimer: The author does not condone nor encourage forced sex. This story is purely fictional and is a segue into the darker part of the human psyche where forced sex fantasises dwell. The author also does not condone non-consensual or physically forced sex, but acknowledges that men and women do have these fantasises. I certainly do; and I sometimes act them out in real life in my female persona when dressed as Michele. In fact as a transvestite I identify more with the female characters in my stories than I do the male. That said, being bisexual, I am turned on by both the male and female characters; and of course my nylon fetish is self-evident.

Part Four

"A re-enactment? Are you fucking crazy!" Michele Bouvier hissed into her phone.

"Look, I know it's a big ask; but we have nothing to go on. Forensics is not giving us anything but maybe we can use a re-enactment to establish this guy's MO. What we record during the re-enactment may help convict this guy when we finally arrest him; a pattern of behaviour will add greatly to any circumstantial evidence we might gather," Mike pleaded.

"But it won't be shown on TV, not on Crime Stoppers or such; it will be anonymous?" Michele asked.

"The only people who will see the re-enactment will be a Grand Jury and the jury hearing the case against your attacker in a closed court Mrs Bouvier," Mike encouraged her.

"What would you want me to do?" Michele asked.

"Simply retrace your movements on the night of the crime; we would ask that you dress the same, act the same, and retrace your steps to the best of your ability," Mike answered.

"Just as far as the workshop; I couldn't do more than that, I couldn't go inside," Michele said.

"Myself and my partner, Sergeant Munner, will be there with you all the way. Nothing will happen to you," Mike explained.

"Ok I'll do it!" Michele replied, she was apprehensive but would do anything to help the police catch the man who had assaulted her.

Mike went on to explain the details of the re-enactment.

The day before, Mike had gone to great lengths to convince his partner that a re-enactment of the crime might help. It was all part of a very dangerous plan he was hatching but the Bouvier women had him entranced and he had thought long and hard about what he was going to do them. This part of his plan was intrinsic to his overall goal of fucking the two Bouvier women at the same time.

"Janine; we have no forensics that are working for us! Probably only half of his victims have reported the crime and their testimony is shaky because most of them won't go into great detail; but certain elements of the crime link this guy as the Pantyhose Stalker! Mrs Bouvier has been very honest with us about what her attacker did to her and that establishes a pattern. If we get this guy, his MO will link him to all the reported assaults so far!" he pleaded.

"It's a long shot but if the Bouvier woman will go along with it I'll endorse it. It will have to be a small team, just you me with a video and audio setup, and I can't be out at the re-enactment much after nine o'clock because I have a previous appointment," Sargent Janine Munner explained to her junior partner.

'Probably a carpet-muncher party,' Mike thought.

"If I can convince her to do it, is it worth the effort?" Mike wanted to ensure his partner was complicite should something go wrong.

"Sure; give her a call and see if she'll play ball; you seem to have developed a rapport with the woman," Janine said and went back to perusing the pile of thick files on her desk.

And so Mike had called Michele Bouvier and requested she participate in a re-enactment of the night he had assaulted her. His cock was rock hard throughout the telephone call, especially when he had gone into the details of what was expected of her. And so two nights later, he and Janine Munner sat in a railway carriage watching Michele Bouvier as she travelled home. They were filming her on a small digital camera and Mike was carrying his small digital voice recorder. He had taken a Viagra an hour ago and was rock hard inside his suit trousers.

As per Mike's instructions she had dressed in similar clothes to the outfit she had worn the night she had been assaulted. She was wearing a grey pinstriped business suit, skirt and jacket combination. She wore a dark green satin blouse, black high-heeled sandals and expensive taupe control-top pantyhose. She was sophisticatedly accessorised with gold jewellery, earings and watch, red-painted fingernails and toenails and wore plenty of makeup.

Her clothes were a tight fit on her large frame. Her breasts pushed against her blouse and jacket, and her skirt clung to her thighs; her skirt had ridden up her legs and the darker welts of her control-top pantyhose peeked below the hem. Her nylons were expensive, and the sheer lycra-nylon shimmered in the bright lights of the railway carriage; Mike's cock pulsed as he stared at her legs. 

Michele Bouvier had her notebook computer open, just as she had on that fateful evening; but her mind was elsewhere. She hadn't realised the re-enactment would effect her emotions this much. She was reliving that fateful evening, her breathing was ragged, her mind racing with conflicting emotions of fear, shame, anger and lust. Yes lust! She couldn't lie to herself and deny that she hadn't responded to the Stalker's vile ministrations. She was wearing red satin full-cut panties just like she had on the night she was assaulted and a tiny wet patch dampened the crotch. Her vagina was warm and clammy.

She glanced across at Detective Harris and recalled how he had held her in his arms and comforted her when her husband had lost his temper and knocked the coffee from her hands and stormed from the room during their second interview with police. She also recalled how his cock had thickened against her body and how she had kissed him gently on the lips. The wet blotch in her underwear began to spread.

Janine Munner operated the camera but her mind was elsewhere. Her life-partner was attending an important cocktail party where she was to be presented with an award. She looked anxiously at her watch. She had to be there at nine-thirty and it was close to nine o'clock now.

One stop away from her station Michele closed down her notebook and dropped it into her new black leather shoulder bag. She looked over at the detectives.

"I stood up here, ready to get off," she explained.

Janine nodded and waved for her to carry on with the re-enactment. Michele stood up and held onto the post next to the door; Mike ogled her just as he had on that fateful evening, his eyes crawled over her body in anticipation.

Michele stepped off the train when it stopped and strode purposely down the almost deserted station, her high-heels clicking and clacking on the bitumen platform, the sound echoing off the tiled walls. She was shaking and tears had formed in her eyes. She willed herself not to cry. She approached the workshop door and then lost control and fell against the wall and began to heave.

"This is it! It happened inside that workshop!" she sobbed.

Janine snapped off the video camera.

"Thank you Mrs Bouvier; you have been very brave. I can guarantee you that if we catch this guy there is a good chance this re-enactment will help convict him," she said agitatedly looking at her watch.

"Look I'm sorry but I have very important appointment; Mike will escort you home; his car is parked in the car park."

Janine stroked Michele's upper-arm in a comforting manner and then strode purposely away obviously in a hurry. Just as Mike had hoped she would.

"Bitch!" Michele hissed.

"Come; sit down for a bit," he led Michele to a nearby bench.

"She does have a very important gathering to attend; but she could have been a little more subtle," he smiled.

"Are you ok?" he looked into her heavily mascared hazel eyes sympathetically.

"I'm fine, just a little shaken. I didn't realise all these emotions would well up inside me," she replied and offered a shaky smile.

"You were very brave," Mike said shaking a cigarette out of a packet of Marlboro Lites.

He lit it and then offered it to Michele who took it in her trembling fingers and took a deep drag. Mike lit one for himself and sighed, he leaned against the back of the bench. They sat in silence on the deserted platform for a while and smoked.

"Harold would kill me for smoking this," she smiled wanly.

"Yeah; I'm sorry to hear about you separating from your husband," Mike sympathised.

"Fuck him! How can he be jealous of a criminal?" she began to cry.

Mike crushed out his cigarette and put a comforting arm around her and she leaned her head on his shoulder. She took a last drag of her cigarette and dropped it on the ground and crushed it with her shoe. Mike stared at her nylon-clad foot shod in her black high-heeled sandals; he breathed in her perfume.

"He made me like it you know," Michele murmured.

"What?" Mike asked, confused as to what she meant.

"The man who forced me. He made me like it. He made me orgasm," she whispered.

"I'm so ashamed," she sobbed.

"It's nothing to be ashamed of. I hear about it sometimes in my job; it's just your body reacting to a stimulus, you can't control it. He forced you and you didn't want to, but your body responded. It doesn't mean you liked it and it was still forced," Mike consoled her.

Michele lifted her head and gently kissed him on the lips.

"You're nice Mike," she smiled through teary eyes.

Mike smiled back; his erection was tenting his pants and he was glad she was looking at his face and couldn't see it.

"You know what? Fuck it! Let's go into the workshop and I'll show you what happened. I've gone this far I might as well go all the way with the re-enactment. I want you to get this guy and want you to convict the asshole!"

"Are you sure?" Mike asked surprised at her resolve but secretly ecstatic that his plan was working.

"It might be cathartic," Michele replied.

"I need to get over this and I want to help you as much as I can," she resolvedly.

She stood up and held out her hand. Mike stood and took her hand in his and she led him to the workshop door. She took a deep breath.

"Ok let's go inside," she reached for the door handle but it was locked.

"Shit!" she said.

Mike pulled out a key ring and unlocked the door. Michele looked at him, more than a little surprised.

"Cops carry keys to all the municipal buildings?" she asked a little incredulously.

Mike smiled.

"No but I have a copy for this door because it's still a crime scene."

"Oh," she smiled.

Mike opened the door and they both entered the musty workshop. Michele began to shiver and Mike squeezed her hand. He surreptitiously slid his hand into his coat pocket to ensure the digital voice recorder was still recording. It was!

"You ok?"

"Sure; let's get this over with," she replied.

Michele pointed to the workbench. He did it to me there; against that bench. Mike just nodded sagely but his cock was throbbing.

"He was wearing a stocking mask, but he had cut a hole in it for around his lips. I suppose that was so he could kiss me," she shuddered.

"He kissed you?" Mike asked; knowing full well he had.

"Yes. I didn't like it at first; but later......." her voice trailed off.

"He held the knife to my throat and made me turn around like this."

Michele turned her back to him and leaned over the workbench. She spread her legs and Mike stared wantonly as her skirt stretched taunt against her ample ass; his eyes followed her legs, her sheer pantyhose glistened in the harsh light of the fluorescent globes.

"So he assaulted you like this?" Mike said, his throat dry.

He moved behind her and she looked back over her shoulder at him and he could see the lust in her eyes.

Michele's vagina was moist and steamy, she was getting aroused re-enacting what had happened to her in this workshop. She couldn't help it, she was becoming very horny as the memories came flooding back.

"No, he em.......he got very close behind me and he.....he put his hand under my skirt," Michele whispered.

Mike took the cue and slid a hand under her skirt and stroked her leg from calf to thigh, revelling in the luxurious feel of her silky pantyhose.  Michele shuddered.

"Like this?" Mike groaned.

"MMMMmmm yes; like that. Then he rubbed his penis on my buttocks; I could feel it through the material of my skirt and his trousers."

Mike pushed his engorged member against her butt.

Michele could feel Mike's erection rub against her through her skirt, just like her attacker had done.

They stayed like that for a little while; Michele leaning against the bench while Mike dry humped her large round ass. Michele's panties became wetter and Mike could feel pre-seminal fluid leaking from the eye of his cock.

"He ordered me to open my legs and he kicked my heels to try to get my legs apart but my legs wouldn't open any wider because my skirt was too tight," Michele said, her voice thick with lust.

"He tore my skirt open at the back-seam and kicked my legs open," she went on.

"I don't think we have to be that precise about the re-enactment," Mike smiled, still rubbing his cock against her soft round ass.

Michele pushed back against him and wriggled her butt.

"I want you to. I want you to tear off my skirt and do me right here, right now, just like that bastard did! I want you to fuck me Mike, but this time I'll enjoy because I want you to, not because I'm being forced to!"

"I want to take back control of my life; I want the memories of my assault replaced by the pleasurable memories of you fucking me," Michele sighed.

Little did Michele realise she was asking the man who had assaulted her in this workshop to do it all over again! Mike was hoping to seduce Michele tonight but this going far beyond his wildest dreams. He decided to oblige her.

He reached down and tore the back-seam of her skirt and the two halves of her skirt hung from her waist framing her legs. She was wearing her panties over her pantyhose, just like on the night he had assaulted her.

The same magnificent sight greeted him. The large globes of Michele's ass-cheeks stretched the fabric of her red satin full-cut panties tight across her buttocks. Michele spread her legs wider for him. 

"He dry-humped me like this Mike; what my daughter calls a panty-pop," Michele wriggled her ass against Mike's groin.

Mike unzipped his fly and extracted his rampant penis. Michele leaked more juices into her panties when she heard his fly unzip and felt the girth of Mike's penis press against her rump.

Mike pushed his groin against Michele's plump buttocks and began to dry fuck her ass.  He revelled in the feel of the sleek satin rubbing against his sensitive glans. He lifted the leg opening of Michele's panties and slid his cock inside them and nestled it in the crease of her buttocks. He rubbed his cock along the crevice of her ass, the base of his penis sliding over her pantyhose; the glans sliding under her satin panties. He pushed down with his hand so his cock remained wedged in Michele's ass-crack whilst the fabric of her pantyhose and panties encased his throbbing cock.

"Oh my god, this is just what he did to me; just what you are doing now," Michele moaned.

Mike answered with a groan. Mike fumbled with his belt and dropped his pants; he unbuttoned his shirt and threw his jacket on the bench making sure the digital voice recorder was close enough to record every sound they made.

"He came on my body then; he came on my backside. That's why there was so much semen on my panties when they took it them for forensic examination," Michele explained between groans.

Her cunt was dripping secretions into her panties, it was inflamed and itched; wantonness spread through her body like wildfire. She wanted to be fucked!

"Don't come on me Mike; come in me! Fuck me! Fuck me like the harlot I am!" Michele squealed and spun around.

She kissed Mike fervently and drove her tongue deep into his mouth and lifted her ass up on the bench and locked her legs around his waist and pulled him to her. 

Michele looked down at Mike's long and thick cock; it was at least as big as the man who had assaulted her's cock had been. She reached down and pulled the sodden gusset of her panties aside and pushed Mike's cock onto the gusset of her pantyhose forcing his cock into her warm, moist crack. He rubbed against her nylon-clad pussy and she moaned as she felt his glans pushing against her parted labia. She wanted him to tear open her nylons and put his cock deep inside her cunt but she also wanted to savour the exquisite sensations of his cock dry humping her though the silky nylon. 

She licked his ear and then panted.

"Do you like this? Do you like humping me through my pantyhose? My Stalker did; he loved it!"

Mike replied with a grunt and dry fucked the wanton whore hard and fast. When he knew he couldn't hold back for much longer he pulled back a little and put a hand between their bodies and reached down into Michele's crotch.

"Ok lady here we go," Mike grunted.

Michele felt an icy finger slide down her spine. That was the exact phrase the Stalker had used just before he had penetrated her. Michele shook off the feeling of dejavu and surrendered to her lechery.

Mike reached down and tore open the gusset of her pantyhose; his fingers traced the outline of her control-tops and then began a slow and steady crawl up her thighs, stopping occasionally to caress her legs. 

Michele gasped! This was so arousing; Mike was caressing her just as her Stalker had done. He stroked the silky material on the front of her panties and then he pulled the gusset of Michele's panties away again and slid the head of his penis slid inside her hot buttery cunt. Her cunt clung to his cock like a satin glove. He groaned.

"Oh my God" Michele whimpered.

"Oh this is so good! Fuck me Mike! Fuck me!"

Mike slowly thrust backwards and forwards, his cock pushing at the walls of Michele's vagina. Michele inhaled explosively as the large appendage intruded into her vagina, filling her with pulsing hard cock; Mike was definitely as big as the Stalker.

Mike kept pushing forward until his shaft was completely buried in Michele's sodden cunt and his pubis slammed against hers. Michele exhaled and concentrated on the wonderful feelings emanating from her vagina. It was so good to be fucked by a man she truly liked and really trusted. She kissed him deeply and explored his mouth with her tongue and began to meet his thrusts with her own.

Mike's cock was once again snug inside Michele Bouvier's moist pliant cunt; it throbbed and pulsed, expanding and contracting the walls of her pussy; he rubbed his body against her and his hands sought out her sleek nylon-encased thighs. He revelled in the feel of her silky nylons and panties against his bare skin as he slowly fucked her. He leaned forward and began to nuzzle her neck; inhaling her perfume, the same perfume she wore on the night he had assaulted her. He returned her kisses and Michele opened her mouth for him so he could explore her mouth with his tongue. She responded accordingly.

Mike quickened the pace and Michele countered by pushing her pelvis out to meet his thrusts so that the base of his cock rubbed on her clitty; she matched him thrust for thrust. He pounded his cock in and out of Michele's hot moist quivering cunt. 

Mike gripped Michele's hips and began slamming himself in and out of her; she was gasping and panting as he viciously fucked her; her thighs were spread wide and her high-heels locked together behind his back. Michele could feel the Mike's cock expand inside her and begin to throb and she knew she was about to receive his seed deep inside her.




The Pantyhose Stalker Ch. 04



"Oh fuck me Mike! Fuck me Mike! Fuck me like a whore!" she screamed as her orgasm approached like a freight train.

Mike rammed himself deep inside her and his crotch slammed against hers; he ground his pubis against hers and emptied his seed deep inside her. Michele could feel Mike's warm ejaculate splash against the walls of her vagina. Michele climaxed and a huge orgasm raced through her body. This was almost exactly like what had happened to her the night she was assaulted; but this time she wanted it! She craved it! She wanted Mike to fuck her brains out.

She locked her legs around him and pulled him to her; Mike savoured the feel of her pantyhosed legs on his bare skin and he bucked and ground against Michele as she frantically kissed him and raked her nails down his back.

Mike exploded deep inside Michele's cunt and he growled with delight as his orgasm washed over him. His hands stroked her ass and thighs, he caressed her pantyhose-clad legs and buttocks as he emptied himself inside her.

Michele felt Mike caressing and stroking her buttocks and thighs as his penis quivered and throbbed inside her, depositing stream after stream of hot semen. Unlike the Stalker he didn't scratch or gouge her but she sort of wished he would. She wanted it rough! Her vagina pulsed around the girth of Mike's cock and she felt wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure ripple along the walls of her sex.

Michele and Mike pounded against each other until they were both sated. Mike left his cock buried deep in Michele's dripping cunt as he kissed and caressed her. She kissed him back and stroked his face tenderly, she rubbed her thighs against him knowing he had taken pleasure from having her pantyhosed-clad legs caress his body. Mike's penis slowly deflated as they kissed and caressed each other.

"Oh my god Mike I feel like such a trollop," Michele whispered.

"You are not a trollop; you are a beautiful, voluptuous, desirable woman," Mike replied, kissing her tenderly.

Michele pulled Mike's body against hers; wrapping him in her arms and legs, and kissed him back. She felt his cock begin to harden inside her again. She smiled at him amazedly.

"So soon Mike? My god you are insatiable!" she grinned and wriggled her ass appreciatively.

"It's all you Michele; you make me so hot and horny," he replied as he began to slowly fuck her again.

"I bet you say that to all the victims," she giggled and began to fuck him back.

Mike fucked Michele three times in that workshop; twice while she sat on the workbench and once doggy-style with her legs spread wide; she held onto the bench top while he pounded away at her from behind. Mike took Michele home sated and sore. They even made out like teenagers in his car outside her house when he dropped her home. 

"Promise me you'll see me again soon," she kissed him quickly on the lips and squeezed his shoulder affectionately.

She got out of his car and almost skipped up the path to her front door. She looked back at him from the doorway, self-consciously holding the back of her skirt together, and smiled. 

"I'll be seeing you real soon Michele; you and your daughter!" he cackled to himself as he drove away. 

The next day was Saturday and Michele had been to the office for a few hours catching up on some work. She had promised her daughter Nadine that she would come to the game and watch her cheerlead for the Graham Academy Gophers; her community college football team. She arrived a little late but was impressed with her daughter's performance and took her for ice cream after the game before driving them both home.

Mike knew that Michele was going to watch her daughter cheerlead and then bring her home after the game. She had told him so when they had kissed and cuddled in his car outside her house the previous evening. He parked across the road from the Graham Academy football stands and watched Michele Bouvier drive into the school car park. Confident that Michele was sticking to her plans for the day he drove away. 

Mike used the keys he had found in Michele's handbag the night he had assaulted her at the railway station to gain access to the Bouvier house. He spent a couple of hours exploring the house, particularly the bedrooms. Both ladies had the same taste in underwear. Lots of satin and lace bra and panty sets. Nadine had a couple of thongs but most of her panties were bikini or full-cut satin and nylon like her mother's. Mike approved; he was not a fan of thong panties. She also had a few pairs of spandex and nylon gym panties for her cheerleader outfits.

Both ladies also had an extensive collection of hosiery, quiet a nice surprise given that most women nowadays prefer bare legs. Nadine's were mainly sheer-to-the-waist tan pantyhose that she probably wore with her school uniform but she also had some expensive brand-name pantyhose in differing hues.

Michele's hosiery was mainly brand-name control-top pantyhose that she probably wore to the office. She had some very nice 15 denier sheer-to-the-waist Italian fashion pantyhose in flesh tones, grey and black; they were certainly expensive and to be worn on special occasions. He was delighted to find a black lace and satin garter belt and a couple of pairs of very expensive sheer stockings. He was a pantyhose fan but he also loved stockings, not that many women wore them these days. 

They both also had a comprehensive array of slips, petticoats, shifts and underskirts, in red, black, white and flesh-tones, mostly satin or lycra-nylon blend. Both women also had an extensive collection of high-heels: pumps, sling-backs, sandals, peep-toes, Cuban-heels and court shoes. This impressed him immensely, particularly on Nadine's part. Another penchant of the modern woman that pissed him off was their preference for flats or comfortable shoes. 'Fuck comfort! Give me a woman in a pair of four-inch 'fuck-me' heels any day!' was his creed.

He popped a Viagra and riffled through their underwear, caressing their lingerie and bringing some garments to his face where he rubbed them on his cheeks and sniffed the crotches of their panties. Some still held lingering fragrances of perfume or vaginal secretions.

Mike was tempted to masturbate with their lingerie and hosiery, but he had better things to do with his cock today. He selected a few items of clothing and some shoes from each of the women's bedrooms and took a makeup case from Michele's bedroom and made his way downstairs to the lounge, placing the items where they would come in handy. He went to the kitchen and selected a couple of nice bottles of wine and three wineglasses and went back to the lounge. He poured himself a glass of Shiraz and sat down to wait for the Bouvier girls to come home.

The previous evening Mike had spent a few hours editing the recordings he had made when he had fucked Michele and Nadine Bouvier. When he was happy with his work he downloaded the edited recordings onto a little MP3 player which he now placed on the coffee table in the Bouvier lounge room. He plugged in a little pair of Bose micro-speakers and played back the recordings. It gave him an instant boner and he rewound the recordings and sipped his wine and lit a cigarette content to wait for his prey.

To Be Continued... 



The Pantyhose Stalker Ch. 05



Introduction: I was originally only going to write four chapters of this story but when I was nearly finished with Part Four it was already 25 pages long so I cut the story into two sections: Chapters Four and Five. I cut the story just after Mike fucks Michele in the same railway station where he had forced himself on her only a week or so earlier. This cut nicely set up the long anticipated sex scene with Mike and both Bouvier women. Enjoy the final instalment and please leave me your comments and reviews. 

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The first thing the Bouvier women noticed when they came through the front door was the smell of cigarette smoke. Both of them made a beeline for the lounge room and were quiet shocked to see Detective Mike Harris sitting in a lounge chair sipping wine and smoking a cigarette. He smiled up at the two women and for a second Michele smiled back, surprised to see her lover sitting in her lounge.

Then the absurdness of the situation hit her.

"Mike! What are you doing here? How did you get in?" Michele asked, confused.

"What are you doing here asshole!" Nadine snarled.

"Nadine! Please! Don't be rude!" Michele snapped at her daughter.

"Mike; this is quite a surprise. Please tell me what you are doing here and how you got in?" Michele asked firmly.

"I used the house keys that that I took from your handbag the night I attacked you in the railway station workshop," Mike said matter-of-factly.

Both women were stunned; Michele's jaw dropped.

"And I've come here to fuck you both," he said in a conversational tone and sipped his wine.

"You bastard!" Nadine screeched at him.

"Oh my god! You are the Pantyhose Stalker! You fucking bastard!" Michele gasped as the truth dawned on her.

No wonder he knew exactly what to say to her in the workshop when she had begged him to fuck her and of course his cock was similar in length and girth to her attacker. It was the cock that had invaded her. Detective Mike Harris was the Pantyhose Stalker!

Mike casually placed his wineglass on the coffee table and motioned to the couch.

"Sit ladies; don't make me take out my gun," he said.

Both of the women were overwhelmed and they shakily complied with Mike's request.

Mike checked them both out and was impressed with what he saw.

Because Michele had been to work before the football game she was wearing her usual business suit, skirt and jacket combination. She wore a white satin blouse, black pumps and smoky-grey sheer nylons. She was sophisticatedly accessorised with gold jewellery, earings and watch, heavy makeup and red nailpolish.

Nadine wore her cheerleader outfit; a white pleated skirt, a figure-hugging spandex top, white with the letters GA in blue and red emblazoned on it, flesh-tone lycra tights and white gym shoes. She too wore lots of makeup. Her ponytail had been let out and her glossy brunette hair fell to her shoulders.

"Now ladies; the words assault and attacker are being bandied about here quite liberally. In my defence I think there is something you both need to hear before you accuse me of anything," Mike said casually taking another sip of wine and drawing back on his cigarette.

Mike hit the play button on his MP3 player. The unmistakeable voices of Nadine Bouvier and Detective Mike Harris were amplified through the small speakers:

'Now we're panty-popping Mike; do you like it?'

'Nadine this is so lovely but I want you to put it on your pussy!'

'Shhh.............Easy Mike; let me do it,'

'Come for me Mike!'

'I'm coming with you Mike! Come on my young slick cunt!'

'Mmmm...You're tighter than your mother!'

'Yes! Yes! Yes! Fuck me! Oh fuck me! Fuck me you bastard!'

Mother and daughter looked at each other in shock. Michele gained her composure first.

"How could you Nadine! How could you fuck a man that you knew had attacked your mother!"

"No mom! That's not right! That's not how it happened! He forced me! He made me!" Nadine sobbed.

"It doesn't sound like it; it sounds like you are enjoying every second of it!" Michele spat at her daughter.

"What! Just like you!" Nadine snarled back at her mother.

Michele's face flushed bright crimson and she glared at her daughter.

"You told me! You told me that when you were assaulted the man made you come!"

"Oh there's no need to justify yourself to your mother Nadine; just listen to this," Mike said and hit the play button once again. 

This time Michele Bouvier's lust filled voice burst from the speakers:

'Oh my god, this just what he did to me; just what you are doing now,'

'Don't come on me Mike; come in me! Fuck me! Fuck me like the harlot I am!' 

'Do you like this? Do you like humping me through my pantyhose? My attacker did; he loved it!'

'Oh this is so good! Fuck me Mike! Fuck me!'

'Oh fuck me Mike! Fuck me Mike! Fuck me!' 

'Oh my god Mike I feel like such a tart,'

Mike hit the stop button. Michele's chin had dropped to her chest and tears welled in her eyes.

"You fucking asshole! You forced yourself me and then you forced yourself my daughter. How could you? I trusted you! You're a fucking detective for god's sake; I thought you were going to find my attacker and punish him," Michele sobbed.

Nadine shifted closer to her mother and comforted her.

"You fucking asshole! That recording has obviously been edited; it proves nothing!" Nadine said.

"Oh I think you'll find it means everything. If you try to bring charges against me I'll introduce it into evidence. What do you think a jury will make of it?" Mike smirked.

"Asshole!" mother and daughter exclaimed in unison.

Mother and daughter sat silently on the couch; they were exasperated and fearful. Mike just sat there sipping his wine and enjoying the feeling of power and the anticipation of what was to come.

"So what do you want?" Michele asked eventually.

"Oh let's not rush things Michele; why don't you and Nadine take a glass of wine and maybe have a cigarette; we have a lot to talk about," Mike indicated the bottles of wine and the two glasses sitting on the coffee table.

"Nadine is not old enough to drink and she doesn't smoke!" Michele barked.

Nadine blushed.

"Oh she smokes; don't you Nadine? And I always say; old enough to fuck, old enough to drink," Mike grinned.

Michele's head snapped around and she glared at her daughter.

"Nadine!" Michele incensed.

"Jeez mom! Do you really think smoking is the fucking issue right now!" Nadine replied.

"Pour, I insist," Mike said.

Michele sat with her arms folded glaring at Mike and then at her daughter. Mike reached inside his jacket and stroked his pistol in its pancake holster, not particularly menacingly, but he wanted them to know he was not going to be fucked with.

"Christ!" Nadine leaned forward and filled both of the wineglasses.

"Don't mind if I do!" Mike leaned forward and offered his glass and Nadine topped it off silently.

"Drink," Mike insisted taking a slug of his wine.

Both of the women picked up their glasses with trembling hands. Nadine took a big gulp of her wine; Michele sipped hers. Both women were secretly grateful for the drink; if ever they needed one, now was the time.

"Isn't that better?" Mike said.

He slid his packet of Marlboro Lites and his lighter across the table after lighting up one for himself. Michele just glared at the cigarettes, taking small sips of her wine for comfort. After an awkward silence Nadine snatched up the smokes and lighter.

"Fuck it!" she said, and lit a cigarette, exhaling a long plume of smoke.

Michele snatched the cigarettes from her daughter and put one between her red-lipsticked lips. She tried to light it but her hand began to shake. Nadine reached out and took the lighter from her mother's trembling fingers and lit it for her.

"Thanks," Michele whispered.

Mike let them drink and smoke for a few minutes without saying anything; Nadine gulped her wine down in four swallows while Michele sipped at hers between taking long drags of her cigarette. Nadine filled both of their glasses again and sat back in the couch; the warmth of the alcohol made her feel a little more confident.

"So what now Mike? We going to sit here and play happy families?" she said sarcastically.

Mike was impressed; Nadine was taking the lead while her mother was still trying to come to grips with the situation.

"Well ladies; technically I have forced myself on you both, even though you both eventually enjoyed it. Nadine; you begged me to panty-pop you before I forced myself on you. And Michele; you begged me to fuck you in the same workshop where I had forced myself on you only days before! But of course you did technically enjoy it when I forced myself on you as I recall."

"Mother!" Nadine glared at her mother.

"I didn't know he was a criminal when I let him, err, do me," Michele said defensively.

"So you see, as our British friends say; we have a bit of a sticky wicket. It's your word against mine. And I have a recording of you both enjoying the shit out of me fucking you!" Mike said.

"Now. Not only can I use the recording in defence of myself should you accuse me of sexual assault; I wonder what would happen if I sent copies to Michele's publishing firm and to Nadine's college? Or to your loving husband and doting father Harold. Or if I was to post it on line maybe?"

Both women blanched and looked at each other anxiously. Michele reached for another cigarette, this time offering the packet to her daughter. She realised they were in a no-win situation so she became confident enough to ask a question.

"Which brings us back to Nadine's question. What now? What do you want?"

"I want to fuck you both of course," Mike smiled.

It really came as no surprise to both of them. What else could he want? He could blackmail them for money but to what end? Besides, Mike was making no effort to hide the huge erection tenting his trousers. Michele took the lead.

"Ok Mike you can fuck me. Now, later, any time you want! But leave Nadine out of this. She's a teenager for fuck sake!"

Mike laughed out loud.

"You've heard the recording. Your little darling is a slut, hot for cock when the mood's on her."

"Hey!" Michele and Nadine protested in unison.

Mike just sat there drinking his wine and lit another smoke.

"Come on Mike; take me upstairs; I'll do anything you want. Anything," Michele pleaded.

"Just let Nadine go."

"Nah; not the plan I had in mind at all. Let's all have another drink and then we're all gonna fuck!" Mike grinned.

Michele looked tentatively at the door leading to the hallway. She might make it to the front door but Nadine wouldn't; not before Mike grabbed her or drew his weapon. Mike looked on amused.

"Oh fuck it!" Nadine said and reached for the second bottle of wine and began to open it.

"Let's face it we're screwed mom! There's nothing we can do stop him," she said resignedly.

Michele sighed, resigned to her fate. She offered her glass to her daughter who filled it to the brim.

"And give me another cigarette asshole!" Michele snapped at Mike.

He tossed the packet over and both ladies lit up. They were sitting with their arms and their legs crossed. Michele's skirt had ridden up once again exposing the dark bands at the top of her nylons. Nadine's little cheerleader skirt did nothing to cover her thighs and Mike had a great view of her spandex-clad legs all the way up to the tops of her thighs. He openly ogled the two ladies.

"There's an old Victorian saying: 'When sexual assault is inevitable lie back and enjoy it.' I don't know who coined it but it seems to be appropriate at this juncture," Mike said, draining his glass.

"Me first then!" Michele stood.

Her intention was take Mike up to her bedroom and fuck his brains out; do everything and anything he wanted. Sate him! Drain him! She just wanted him too spent to assault her daughter.

Mike laughed.

"Jesus Michele! You think I'm stupid? No! We are going to have our little party right here!"

"Now give me your handbags; I don't want you anywhere near your cellphones. Nadine you get more wine or whatever you crazy teenagers drink nowadays. Michele, you deadlock and bolt the front door, we don't want anyone interrupting out party do we?"

"Either of you attempt to escape.................well.................let's not go there shall we?"

Both women handed over their handbags and Mike tossed them in the far corner of the room. They begrudgingly went about their tasks and then sat back down on the couch. Mike topped off their glasses again; as well as the wine, Nadine had bought in a bottle of Bourbon and a shot glass. Michele gave her a filthy look but Nadine just shrugged back as her as if to say 'what the fuck?' Nadine who was not used to drinking this much was now quiet tipsy and Michele also felt the wine giving her a buzz despite her anger and fear. It was obviously not affecting Mike's libido; his hardon was still clearly visible through his pants.

"Now ladies I have to say you both look stunning today but there are a few, shall we say little adjustments I want to make to your attire," Mike said.

While they were about their tasks, Mike had laid out the items he had procured from their bedrooms.

"Nadine you first. I really like your little cheerleader outfit and those spandex tights make your legs look magnificent but unfortunately they have to go. And those gym shoes! They just won't do at all," Mike grinned.

Michele cringed; this horrible man was going to dress up her daughter right here in front of her. She pleaded one last time.

"Please Mike! I mean it! I'll do anything you want! Anything! Just let her go!" 

Mike was surprised when Nadine responded.

"Stop it mom! Stop it! Don't give him the satisfaction of hearing us beg. Fuck him! He can take what he wants from me but he won't take my dignity!"

The booze had obviously infused her daughter with bravado; but maybe she was right? Begging would not help them and would only excite him or maybe anger him.

"Come over here Nadine," Mike beckoned with a crooked finger.

"Oh Jeez!" Michele gasped and took a big gulp of wine to help steady her nerves.

Michele knew she was about to watch her daughter be defiled. The only compensation she had, and this was buried deep in her psyche, a place where people kept their darkest thoughts, was that she knew her daughter had already willingly fucked this man once before.

Nadine rose and put down her drink and walked a little unsteadily over to where Mike was seated and stopped in front of him.

"Lift your skirt," Mike ordered.

"Oh my god!" Michele sobbed.

"Shut up mom!" Nadine barked.

She slowly lifted the hem of her cheerleader skirt up her slim, muscled thighs. Mike growled at the back of his throat. The little white pleated skirt didn't have much distance travel; it was a tiny thing made of a satiny nylon-lycra blend. It hissed against her tights in the quiet lounge room. Nadine held the hem at the top of thighs and Mike indicated for her to raise it higher. She was wearing the same white lycra gym panties that she had worn the night she panty-popped him in his car.

Mike reached out with both hands and lightly caressed her knees; he slowly moved his fingers up her legs relishing the feel of her toned thighs encased in the slinky spandex. Nadine shuddered, with revulsion but also with a little bit of desire; it did feel nice to have a man appreciate her legs. Michele sat mesmerised watching this man grope her daughter; she couldn't watch but she couldn't look away either. God help her she could feel a little worm of lust wriggle deep inside her.

Mike caressed the creases where Nadine's thighs joined her torso; he traced the edge of the leg openings of her gym panties; his cock was throbbing and aching for release but he wanted to savour every moment. He would not rush.

He brushed his fingers along the front panel of her panties and felt her tight belly and then slid his fingers down until they came to the Y of her crotch. She kept her legs tightly closed but she was having problems maintaining her balance due to the booze.

"You can open your legs a little or fall over Nadine; your call," Mike whispered.

Michele watched her teenage daughter willingly open her legs for Mike. She stood with her feet only slightly apart but it was enough to allow Mike's fingers to explore her daughter's panty-clad mound. Michele felt her vagina begin to lubricate and was ashamed of herself.

Nadine gasped as Mike traced the outline of her sex through the layers of panty and tights material; the slippery lycra-nylon fabric rubbed together with very little friction. Nadine could hear Mike's heavy breathing and god help her; she could feel herself responding to his ministrations. Mike kept rubbing her pussy until he heard her gasp. He knew she was beginning to become aroused whether she wanted to or not. Michele heard her daughter gasp and noticed she was imperceptivity swaying back and forth on Mike's fingers. Her daughter was getting horny!

"Ok enough!" Mike took his hand out of Nadine's crotch and eased her away from him a little.

He didn't want to get so turned on that he lost control and fucked this teenager before he'd had his fun.

"Remove your gym panties and tights and put these on," Mike reached out and handed her a pair of Hanes fashion pantyhose.

The pantyhose were gossamer fine, flesh-toned and sheer-to-the-waist. He also handed her a pair of white nylon panties that were so flimsy they were transparent.

"Really! Is this necessary?" Michele barked from across the room.

"Shut the fuck up Michele; your turn's coming!" Mike replied.

Michele shuddered and took another long pull at her wine; she lit a cigarette and slouched resignedly against the back of the couch.

"Can I sit?" Nadine asked matter-of-factly.

"Sure," Mike replied and lit a cigarette for himself.

He was enjoying the show.

Nadine sat down and shucked out of her panties and tights; bunching them up as she pulled them down her legs, she flicked them off her feet and tossed them aside.

"Which do you want me to put on first?" Nadine held up the replacement pantyhose in one hand and the panties in the other.

"Good girl for asking; I like my girls to wear their panties over their nylons. Just a thing I have," Mike smiled.

He picked up her discarded tights and panties and bought them to his face and sniffed the crotch.

"Creep!" Nadine chided.

"You say that but I can smell your cunt on them; you're getting a little aroused there I think," Mike chuckled.

"I've been cheerleading all afternoon; all you can smell is sweat!" Nadine snapped.

"I know what hot pussy smells like girly, now shut the fuck up and put on your underwear!"

"Jesus Mike, can't you leave her alone?" Michele pleaded.

Mike ignored Michele and watched Nadine slide her toes into the feet of her pantyhose and smooth the silky sheer nylons up her legs. She stood up to pull the gusset around her waist and Mike got a great view of her almost hairless pussy as she smoothed out the wrinkles of the pantyhose gusset. The nylon was tight and sleek; it clung to her pubic mound and her buttocks.

She stepped into the white nylon panties and pulled them up tight; fitting them snugly around her buttocks. They were full-cut and so transparent that Mike could still the girl's pubis through the two layers of diaphanous fabric. Nadine pulled down her skirt in a gesture of modesty.

"Ok; now put these on," Mike tossed her a pair of black sling-back high-heeled sandals.

"Really! Sling-backs with a cheerleading uniform?" Nadine said sarcastically but she pulled on the heels and began to buckle them.

Mike just smiled. Little did he know that Nadine had on occasion worn high-heels with her cheerleading uniform and admired herself in the mirror. She had once even dressed very similar to how she was now and panty-popped one of her boyfriends whilst her parents were out for the evening.




The Pantyhose Stalker Ch. 05



"God! How tawdry!" Michele commented, her voice slurred a little.

"Your turn soon sweetie," Mike replied.

"Stand up honey, show me what you've got," Mike said to Nadine.

Nadine stood up curtsied, holding the hem of her skirt out to her sides. Then she pirouetted in a circle and finished her little show with a bow.

"There you go detective; is that what you wanted?" she said, her voice thick with sarcasm.

As far as Mike was concerned Nadine looked fantastic. He loved the cheerleader uniform; the tiny white pleated skirt drew attention to her long coltish legs and her pert ass encased in the flesh-toned nylons, her figure-hugging spandex top, white with the letters GA in blue and red emblazoned on it, clung to her small firm titties. The totally inappropriate black sling-back high-heels made her calves more defined and pushed out her ass. She looked like something out of a tacky striptease show. 

Her face was fully made up with lipstick, powder, blush, eyeshadow, eyeliner, mascara; but her makeup had smeared and in some places had faded because of the strenuousness cheerleading routines she had performed at the football game. Mike handed her the makeup case he had found in her mother's bedroom.

"Fix your makeup hun; nice and heavy's how I like it. And spray on some of your mother's perfume" Mike smiled.

"Figured you for the slut fancier," Nadine replied.

Mike spanked her lightly on the ass when she turned away and Michele was dismayed to see her daughter exhibit a wry smile.

"Take another shot of bourbon Nadine; you're getting a little bitchy," Mike said.

"Don't mind if do," Nadine smirked back at him and poured herself a shot.

Mike turned to Michele who was sitting slumped on the couch next to her daughter looking exceedingly grumpy. Nadine began to fix her makeup as instructed.

"Now........What shall we do with you mom?" Mike taunted.

"You know what? I think you'll do perfect just the way you are. Just fix up your makeup a little and freshen your perfume and the party can start," he concluded.

Both of the Bouvier sat side by side fixing their makeup as instructed contemplating their fates while Mike stared at his two captives. His cock was positively rock hard in anticipation as he deliberated which of the women he would take first: the seventeen-year-old vixen dressed in the cheerleader outfit or the forty-four-year-old sophisticate dressed in the power-suit?

Michele and Nadine applied the last touches to their makeup and sprayed themselves liberally with Poison, Michele's favourite perfume, and then they both took a drink and looked across at Mike. There was no doubting that he was handsome and he had pleasured them both before. But he had also forced himself on them both. They both attempted to come to terms with the situation. The reality was that if both mother and daughter were not in the same room at the same time they probably would willingly concede to his demands; but the humiliation of being forced to have sex in front of each other was a situation that neither of them relished.

"Einy, mieny, miny, Moe," Mike began, wagging his finger alternately at the two women.

"Oh Jesus really?" Michele cried exasperated at his antics.

"You are a creep!" Nadine spat.

Mike continued to croon the silly children's nursery rhyme.

"If he squeals let him go; Einy, mieny, miny, Moe!" Mike finished, his finger pointing accusingly at Nadine.

"Please Mike! I implore you let her go and take me!" Michele pleaded one last time.

Mike ignored her and rummaged around in his pockets. He produced a pair of handcuffs and deftly pounced on Michele, he lifted her off the couch and dropped her into the other armchair where he adroitly handcuffed her wrist to the armrest.

Michele sobbed. There was nothing she could do now but watch.

Mike dragged the coffee table out of the way clearing the space between the sofa and the two lounge chairs. This formed an arena enclosed by the couch, lounge chairs and side tables with a white shag-pile rug in the centre. He dimmed the table-lamps, closed the blinds and turned off the overhead lights. He refilled Michele's wineglass and placed it on the side table where she could reach it with her free hand.

"No need for you to be thirsty while your daughter and I play together," Mike winked at her and Michele blanched.

Nadine just sat on the couch; head bowed, holding onto her glass of bourbon, sipping at it occasionally.

Mike stood up and undressed; carefully laying out his clothes over the back of his chair. He made a show of hanging his firearm over the back of the chair. It was an implied threat and really totally unnecessary.

Mike turned towards the Bouvier women and both of them stared at his naked body. He was a handsome man, his body lean and well defined but not particularly muscled. His rampant penis protruded from his closely shaved pubis; it was a good seven inches long and of good girth. He was circumcised and his bulbous glans was shiny pink in contrast to the darker flesh of his shaft, which was girdled with pulsing purple veins. His scrotum was shaved and hung low between his legs; his testes clearly defined inside the wrinkled sac. A droplet of clear pre-seminal fluid oozed from the eye of his cock.

This was the first time either of the women had seen him naked and had an unobstructed view of his manhood. They were both mesmerised and involuntarily licked their lips. 

"Stand!" Mike ordered Nadine.

Michele was quietly sobbing.

"Move to the centre of the room!"

Nadine complied and stood in the middle of the white shag carpet.

Mike inspected her; totally appreciative of the magnificent sight before him. Nadine had a slim waist and her breasts were small and pert but she had her mother's ample ass; generous but firm. The sling-back high-heels he had forced her to wear pushed her ass out from her body provocatively. Her legs were long and coltish, well defined because of her cheerleading. The flesh-toned silky-sheer pantyhose clung to her legs glistening in the lamplight; the hem of her pleated skirt rode high on her thighs.

Nadine's brunette hair framed her pretty face; her hazel eyes sparkled, accented by black mascara, eyeliner and emerald hued eyeshadow. Rouge and lipstick accentuated her well-defined cheekbones and sensuous lips.

Mike reached for her and she was propelled forward into his arms, tottering on her extremely high-heels. She fell against his body and was immediately aware of his turgid penis pressing into her tight tummy. Mike held her tightly and she struggled against him as he pressed his mouth to hers. Her struggles only served to excite him as the hem of her silky skirt and then her gossamer-clad thighs rubbed against his erect phallus.

Nadine could feel Mike's cock rubbing against her belly and her legs as she struggled and she soon realised that this was exciting him. She stopped struggling and allowed Mike to envelop her in his arms and pull her body tightly against his. He forced his tongue into her mouth and she was immediately tempted to bite it.

Mike pulled his face away from hers and looked her in the eyes.

"Huh, huh! You don't wanna get me mad," he threatened and then lowered his lips to hers.

She didn't fight him and Mike tasted her lipstick and inhaled her perfume. His hands found her ass and lifted her skirt so he could squeeze her buttocks. He stoked her ass-cheeks through the gauzy nylon panties and slippery pantyhose, and managed to slide a finger under her sphincter and into the crevice of her sex. She was damp! Mike smiled to himself.

He kept kissing her whilst gently caressing her ass and thighs, occasionally allowing his fingers to graze the front of her panties or slide across her labia. Nadine opened her lips slightly and Mike slipped his tongue into her sweet wet mouth. He explored her luscious mouth with his tongue and was a little surprised when she tentatively examined the tip of his tongue with the tip of her own. Her arms no longer hung limp at her sides; they rose cautiously to his waist; her nails grazed the small of his back and then along his flanks. She leaned into him; pushing her sex against his invading fingers.

Michele was inconsolable when she saw the naked man molesting her teenage daughter and tears of regret and sorrow welled in her eyes; black mascara ran down her cheeks. She choked with anguish when Mike lifted Nadine's skirt and began to fondle her. It looked like Nadine had tried to bite his tongue. Good on her! Then Nadine stopped struggling. Michele thought it was because Mike was hurting her as she fought against him. Then, unbelievably, she witnessed her daughter begin to respond. At first it was almost imperceptible. 

But then slowly, cautiously but deliberately, her daughter not only stopped struggling but she raised her hands to Mike's waist and rose on her toes slightly so she could return Mike's kisses. And then to her consternation she saw her daughter willingly begin to rock back and forth, grazing her sex along Mike's probing fingers.

"Nadine!" Michele cried.

"Stop that! Stop that right now!"

Mike smiled at Michele over her daughter's shoulder. He intentionally drove a finger into Nadine's silken-clad mound and found her clitoris. Nadine shuddered against him as he gently manipulated her sensitive bud. He watched Michele's stricken face as her daughter groaned and writhed with desire in the arms of the man who was violating her.

"Ohhhh," Nadine gasped and pressed her mound harder onto Mike's exploring digits.

"Your daughter sure knows how to cooperate with the law!" Mike chuckled, looking Michele directly in the eyes.

"Shut up Mike. Stop tormenting my mom," Nadine panted into his ear and crushed her lips against his. 

Mike took her hand his in his and guided it to his engorged manhood; Nadine raked her nails gently along the shaft and glans of Mike's penis and then folded her fingers around it and slowly began to stroke him.

"Nadine! You trollop! What are you doing?" Michele cried as she was forced to witness her daughter kissing and masturbating the man who had forced himself on them both.

"Sorry mom but he's got me so horny! I just can't control myself," Nadine gasped as Mike continued to stroke her clitoris through the translucent fabric of her panties and hose.

Mike took his fingers out of Nadine's crotch and placed his hands on her shoulders. He pressed down firmly and she smiled a knowing grin.

"You naughty boy! I definitely shouldn't do this in front of my mommy!" Nadine teased as she slowly descended to her knees, kissing and licking Mike's chest and flat belly on the way down. When she was finally on her knees, Mike's rampant penis was level with her eyes.

"Nadine! Stop that right now!" Michele screamed straining against the handcuffs.

Seeing her daughter dressed like a slut and willingly participate in this sexual deviancy was very distressing. She could justify it to herself if Nadine was just playing along with Mike so he wouldn't hurt her; but it was obvious that she was enjoying it.

"You know what to do," Mike groaned as Nadine looked up at him with her hazel eyes.

Nadine lowered her head to Mike's penis and he groaned; Michele sobbed. Nadine's hot, wet mouth engulfed his erect member and she quickly bought her tongue into play, slathering it around the corona of his glans and then tickling his fraenulum with the tip of her tongue. Mike put his hands on her head and slowly began to fuck the teenager's face as her lips closed around his shaft.

Nadine fellated Mike for a few minutes, feeling his cock pulse and shudder in her mouth. He was showing remarkable control holding back his orgasm. She allowed her hand to drift down to her crotch and idly play with her labia and her clitty as she sucked on the long fat cock. She was really just keeping herself wet and aroused; if she worked herself too much she might be tempted to tear open her hose and frig herself to orgasm. She didn't want that. She wanted Mike's long thick cock to bring her to her climax.

Nadine wasn't sure when exactly she metamorphosed from vengeful protagonist, to reluctant supplicant, then to enthusiastic participant. She knew that the booze had a lot to do with weakening her resolve and igniting the latent desire inside her. She had to admit that being forced to dress like a slut was very naughty and considerably exciting. Being made to dress like a whore and wear the heavy makeup of a slattern somehow encouraged her to act accordingly. Also, Mike was not unattractive and he certainly knew how to get a girl hot. 

She also had to admit being forced to act like a whore in front of her mother was a huge turn on. Sure, there wasn't that much forcing going on at the moment; but make no mistake, she had no choice. She couldn't leave and she couldn't refuse to pleasure Mike without dire consequences. 

'Oh yes mommy; make no mistake, this is still forced sex!' Nadine thought; justifying her actions to herself.

'But it is one hell of a turn on being forced to dress like a cheap hooker and suck this man's cock right here in front of you!' she also thought as she slowly caressed her womanly parts.

Mike eased Nadine's mouth free of his cock and lifted her to her feet.

"Show me those wonderful teenage titties," he whispered.

Nadine obliged and pulled her tight fitting spandex top over her head. She was wearing a sports bra, which did not complement the rest of her sensuous lingerie so Mike had her remove it.

Her breasts were magnificent; small, firm and well formed. She didn't really need a bra to support them. The globes were creamy white, in contrast to her lightly tanned lithe body. Her areoles were a light chocolate color, her nipples were mere buds, but they were engorged and ready to be stroked and caressed.

"Mmmmm; a lot smaller than mommy's but magnificent in their own way," Mike complemented her. 

"Mike Harris you are a pig! I hope that some day you pay for this!" Michele snivelled.

Mike was too busy to respond. Nadine offered her right titty to Mike and he obliged, taking her nipple into his mouth. His free hand kneaded and stroked her left breast; his fingers tweaked and teased the nipple. Nadine felt the warmth of her lust spread from her loins, through her body to her breasts. She gently held Mike's head in her hands as he suckled her nipples, leading his mouth from one teat to the next. Mike played with Nadine's breasts for a few minutes until she was panting hard with lust. 

He took his face from her breasts and kissed her long and hard; his hand slid back under her skirt and stroked her engorged labia through her moistened panties.

"Sit down here!" Mike pushed Nadine down so that she was sitting on the rug with her back to her mother.

"Now lie down," Mike eased Nadine onto her back.

'Is he going to fuck me now? Right here in front of my mother?' Nadine thought, and her cunt flooded with vaginal secretions in anticipation.

But Mike didn't lie on top of her; he straddled her face and she licked at his scrotum as it swung over her lips. She reached up and bent his cock so she could get it into her mouth and began to suck it again; her hand slid down her thigh and found her pubis. Mike was kneeling over Nadine's face, looking directly up her mother's skirt; she was seated only inches in front of him.

"You fucking pig!" Michele spat, rattling the handcuffs that bound her to the chair.

Mike ignored her; he was too busy enjoying the sensation of Nadine's lips and tongue sucking, caressing and licking his phallus and scrotum whilst looking up at Michele Bouvier chained to the chair.

His eyes started at Michele's feet, shod in black patent-leather high-heeled pumps, and then his gaze travelled up her well-formed calves defined magnificently by the smoky-grey sheer nylons she was wearing. He reached out and stroked her knee and then the other; then he reached around and traced the little wrinkles in her nylons at the back of her knees. Michele pulled down her skirt as best she could with her free hand but the hem of her charcoal-grey business suit skirt still rested halfway between her knees and the tops of her thighs.

Mike tried to push the skirt further up her legs but Michele valiantly tried to stop him with her free hand. All the time they struggled, Nadine slathered at his cock and balls whilst she fingered herself. She had hiked up her own skirt and Mike glanced back to see her transparent panty crotch was soaked with vaginal juices. Her sheer-to-the-waist pantyhose were moulded to her sex; her distended labia clearly visible through the translucent lingerie.

Michele was now totally appalled by the actions of her daughter. She comprehended that they were both being compelled to comply with Mike's insidious demands but Nadine was no longer being forced to participate; she had become a willing party. She gave up on trying to save her daughter's virtue and concentrated on trying to save her own.

"You have my daughter, you manipulative asshole; now leave me alone!" she beseeched him.

Mike just smiled and continued to work on hiking up her skirt. His two strong hands were far more effective than Michele's one hand and her skirt slowly slid up her legs exposing her thighs. Two dark bands of nylon appeared at the tops of Michele's legs followed by an expanse of creamy white thigh.

She was wearing stockings!

"Oh Michele you naughty girl you're wearing stockings! Were you hoping for some hot cock today?" Mike gibed.

To Michele's embarrassment and chagrin, that was exactly what she had been hoping for. After Mike had made love to her yesterday evening and then made out with her in his car outside her house, she was hoping he would call her this evening and they could meet for a date. She knew he had huge nylons fetish and she had worn the fifteen-denier smoky-grey stockings with the dark welts at the top just for him. She was also wearing black satin bikini-panties.

Michele sobbed and gave up the struggle as Mike rucked her skirt right up to her waist.

"Very nice lingerie Michele; I approve," he sighed.

A red satin and lace garter-belt held up her stockings; she wore it around her waist above her panties; the suspender straps were threaded under the waistband of her panties then through the leg-holes. The silver clips at the bottom of the suspender straps were fastened to the dark reinforced welts of her stocking tops. Mike knew that women wore garter belts this way so they could pull down their panties without having to unclip their stockings. 

Michele covered her eyes with her free hand and kept her legs tightly closed. Mike smiled to himself and leaned forward and placed his tongue on her knee. He traced her legs all the way up to her groin; first one then the other. His hands massaged her calves and stroked the sensitive skin behind her knees. He could feel Michele shiver but he wasn't sure if it was lust or revulsion. Unbeknownst to him it was a mixture of both.

He placed his hands on her knees and pried her legs apart, forcing his face between her thighs. Mike nuzzled the welts of Michele's stockings, enjoying the contrast between her silky nylons and her cool, creamy white skin. Michele shuddered; try as she might she was unable to stop herself from becoming aroused. She opened her legs just a little wider and Mike pounced; he slipped his tongue inside the gusset of her black satin panties and lapped furiously at her cunt.

Michele had no control over her body's response to Mike's feverish licking; his tongue invaded her labia and lapped at her hardening clitty. She instantly began to lubricate as flashes of intense pleasure radiated from her tongue-lashed cunt.

"Oh god damn you Mike!" she groaned and tried to extract his face from between her thighs.

She pulled and pushed at Mike's head trying to extricate his face from between her legs but she eventually capitulated and pushed his face into her hot, wet sex. She opened her legs wide and lifted her feet so she could put her legs over Mike's shoulders. He gripped her thighs and drank the sweet-salty fluids dripping from her quivering twat. He used the tip of his tongue to tickle and tease her clitoris, causing her to drum her heels on his back in a delirium of lust.




The Pantyhose Stalker Ch. 05



Nadine was fully aware of what was happening. Lying underneath Mike with her mouth full of his cock she could see him performing cunnilingus on her mother. She witnessed her mother's initial reluctance and then her mother's complicite acceptance and finally her downright surrender to her wantonness and desire. 

Nadine's jaw was beginning to ache, she had been sucking Mike's cock for a considerable time now and she was getting fed up of having to pleasure herself. She wanted some action!

She spat out Mike's cock.

"Come on Mike fuck me! Please fuck me!" she whined.

Michele heard her daughter begging to be fucked but she didn't care. Mike had her burning with passion, she was guiding his mouth to a perfect rhythm as he thrummed her clit with his tongue and she could feel a tremendous orgasm building inside her belly. She pushed Mike's face harder into her groin.

Mike was close to coming himself; Nadine had been fellating him for quite a stretch while he wore down Michele's defences. Now he wanted to put his cock in a nice hot, wet tight pussy and feel her nylon-clad legs and ass against his body while he emptied his load deep inside it. He made his move.

Mike quickly pulled his face from Michele's cunt before she could stop him.

"Ohhh you fucking tease!" she yelped.

Using all his strength he rolled Nadine over and pulled her to her knees. Before she could react he got behind her in the doggy position, pushing his long thick inside her translucent panties, forcing the gossamer-thin nylon of her pantyhose inside her vagina with the head of his penis as he penetrated her. He took her neck in both hands and forced her face into her mother's lap.

"NO!" mother and daughter cried in unison.

Just then Mike's cock burst through the gusset of Nadine's pantyhose and, unencumbered, it slammed full-length, deep inside her; filling her with hard, pulsating flesh. He ground against her ass and the underside of his penis rubbed on her clitty and she almost melted with desire.

She was so excited that she didn't even hesitate when she saw her mother's dripping twat framed by her satin panties pulled to one side. She lowered her head and lapped at the outer lips of her mother's vagina, her tongue found its way through the folds of swollen labia until it found the little hood protecting her mother's clitty. She licked it and slathered at the swollen nubbin until she heard her mother begin to groan.

Michele was shocked and aghast when Mike put her daughter's head in her lap and her immediate response was to push her away but she wasn't fast enough. She heard her daughter groan as Mike impaled her on his cock and then her determination dissolved when her daughter's tongue began to intrude into her still aching vagina. When Nadine found her clit she didn't care who was lapping at her cunt; she just didn't want it to stop.

"Oh god yessssssss lick it! Lick it! Lick it!" Michele implored.

Nadine slavered at her mother's cunt; she tongued her hard clitty and drank her juices spurned on by the hard rod jackhammering in and out of her own sodden twat. Mike could feel Nadine's cunt squeezing his cock as he fucked the teenage vixen. He pulled her ass back hard against his groin and ground himself against her soft satiny buttock and unloaded his seed deep inside her.

"Oh yes you little slut; fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" Mike howled as Nadine ground her ass against him.

Nadine felt Mike's hot spend splash the walls of her vagina triggering her own orgasm. She reached between her legs and rasped her clitty hard and fast, bringing on her climax, the intensity of her orgasm was like nothing she had ever experienced. She writhed and wriggled her ass; impaled on Mike's cock her cunt throbbed and pulsated, milking him of his spend. She tongue-lashed her mother's cunt and felt her mother's thighs contract around her head, her face was forced into her mother's sex so hard she could hardly breathe and she felt her Michele's heels drumming on her back.

Michele came like an express train. All her inhibitions were gone as her clitty radiated wave after wave of intense pleasure. Her cunt was dripping with vaginal fluids, eagerly lapped up by her daughter. She raked her heels along Nadine's back; digging them in like spurs to drive her daughter on; to compel her to kiss, lick and suck her aching vagina.

Mother, daughter, and man all came together. To Mike it was the ultimate fantasy come true. He had imagined this, planned this, and finally it was happening. The reality was far more exciting and pleasurable than anything he could have imagined.

Watching the teenage cheerleader buck and grind against him while she slathered at her mother's cunt while the sophisticated businesswoman writhed in pleasure, her skirt hiked up, her daughter's head locked between her legs, was the ultimate sexual fantasy.

He plunged his cock in and out Nadine's hot, wet, tunnel and was almost disappointed when his orgasm begin to subside. But he was not too displeased. He had both of these women captive for the rest of the evening and he could do whatever he liked with them. He had broken them; made them overthrow their taboos; made them become slaves to their own lust. He was content beyond belief.

The women's orgasms also began to subside. Michele lay back in the chair panting; her hair was lank with sweat, her makeup had run. She sheepishly eased her daughter's face from her groin, pulled the gusset of her panties over her sex and smoothed her skirt down her thighs. She was experiencing a plateaux of post-coital contentment but she was also very aware she had committed a venal sin, allowing her lust to overcome the taboo of incest. But the damage was done and at this point in time only the three people in this room were aware of the sins they had committed.

Nadine extricated her face from between her mother's thighs; her makeup was also smeared; her lipstick now non-existent. Her mouth and chin were damp with her mother's juices, she licked them away tasting the salty sweetness. She felt Mike ease himself out of her and his semen poured from her pummelled pussy soaking her panties and pantyhose. Her cunt felt bruised and swollen; but in a pleasant satisfying way. She too was still experiencing the aftermath of her orgasm and as the glow of her climax dimmed, she began to feel the shame and remorse of giving in to her carnality. But she too was a pragmatist. She couldn't deny that she had enjoyed every second of being fucked whilst being forced to commit cunnilingus on her own mother. 

Mike went into the kitchen and came back with some clean towels. Michele and Nadine cleaned themselves; a little bashful and embarrassed at having to do so in close proximity to each other. They wiped away saliva, semen and vaginal secretions and adjusted their underwear. Nadine's panties and hose were soaked with semen and vaginal juices and Michele panties were also sodden with her own issue and her daughter's saliva.

Mike wiped his cock dry and then unlocked Michele's handcuffs.

"Thank you," she murmured timidly.

Michele fixed her skirt and sat back down in the chair and drained her wine, wondering what was going to happen next. Nadine pulled on her top; she didn't bother with the sports bra. She pulled her hose and panties down to her knees and wiped herself and then pulled her hose back up, smoothing the nylon along her legs. She pulled up her panties, pulling them tight around her pubis and buttocks. Little trickles of Mike's semen still dribbled into the gusset of her hose and panties.

"Ok ladies; that was fun now let's take a break and have a drink," Mike smiled and refilled the glasses.

He offered his cigarettes around and they all lit up, sitting in the darkened lounge drinking and smoking silently. Mike was still naked; his penis not quite flaccid. He pulled on his jockey shorts and drank his wine.

"What now?" Michele finally broke the silence.

"You've broke us! Bought us down to your own level of depravity! So what now?" she asked.

"What now? What now?" Mike pondered.

"I'll tell you what now! We all have a rest, have a drink, and have a smoke. Then you ladies fix your makeup."

"And then we all start fucking again!" Mike grinned.

Mike left the Bouvier residence at two in the morning. His cock was sore, his body scratched and bruised with the excesses of heavy sex; both women had scratched, clawed, bitten and kicked him in the throes of their debauchery. He had come at least five times and the women at least a half-dozen times each. He made them do things that they would never imagine in their wildest dreams but they had eventually complied and had ultimately enjoyed the perversions in which they had been forced to participate. Mike left them with a promise.

"We'll get together again real soon ladies," were his last words before he went out the front door.

Michele and Nadine looked at each other. They were both semi-naked; their makeup smeared; their panties torn and sodden with sweat, cunt-juice and semen. Their hosiery was laddered and tattered and also soaked with the juices of passion. Michele's skirt had semen stains splashed over the charcoal-grey fabric and it was torn at the seam. Both of them were topless.

Their nipples were tender; their vaginas swollen and bruised and in Michele's case her anus was sore and trickles of semen dribbled from her sphincter.

But both women were sated. Yes they had technically been forced to have sex but they had enjoyed it. They had experienced sexual extremes they had never imagined. Both of them had achieved multiple orgasms during the evening and they had been complicite in every sexual deviancy that Mike had demanded of them.

"What do we do mom?" Nadine looked searchingly at her mother.

"He's coming back, again and again and again; you know that," she went on.

"I know Nadine. Look the fact is we were forced to have sex ok?" Michele replied.

"But we are complicite Nadine; we enjoyed it! We fucking-well revelled in it!"

"Yes but only because he made us!" Nadine retorted.

"The question we have to ask ourselves is do we want this to happen to us again? Do we want Mike to keep coming back and making us do this?" Michele said.

"And I'm not sure the answer is no," she said resignedly. 

"And what of his other victims! He's the Pantyhose Stalker mom! Sure we liked it! But what about the other women he has assaulted or has yet to assault?" Nadine implored. 

"We'll never know I guess; all I know is that we liked it and I'm not sure we don't want him to do it to us again," Michele sighed.

"I know mom. Deep down I think I would like Mike to visit us again. Visit us often."

"But the other women mom?" Nadine looked searchingly at her mother. 

Michele stood up and walked over to the bureaux and snatched the touch-phone. 

"Well Nadine; do I call 911 or not?" Michele asked.

Her finger hovered just above the numeral 9 button on the phone.

The End 



The Pantyhose Stalker



The Stalker exploded deep inside Michele's cunt and he growled with delight as his orgasm washed over him. His hands raked her ass and thighs, tearing her pantyhose and leaving little pink scratches on her smooth soft skin.

"Oh yeah baby! Fuck me back! Fuck me back" he howled as he climaxed; Michele pulled his mouth back to hers and pushed herself harder against him; her tongue explored his mouth as their lips crushed together.

Michele felt the man clawing at her buttocks and thighs as his penis quivered and throbbed inside her, depositing stream after stream of hot semen. Her vagina expanded and contracted around the girth of the man's member and she felt wave after wave of sexual excitement ripple along the walls of her sex.

Michele and the Stalker pounded against each other until they were both sated. The man, finally spent, eased his cock out of Michele's soaking twat and watched a little stream of semen leak from her recently pounded pussy.  He leaned down and kissed her one last time but she turned her head away from the kiss, ashamed of her actions.

"Post coital regret hey lady?  But I bet you'll have plenty of wet dreams about this for the rest of your life," the man said as he pulled up his pants.

"You're a pig and I hope when they catch you I can watch you being sentenced to a long stretch in a prison where they don't treat Stalkers too kindly!" Michele spat.

"Oh come on lady; you loved it. Anyway I gotta fly," the man had the audacity to steal another quick kiss.

He took Michele's black leather bag off the bench and slipped the straps over his shoulder.

"Best you wait at least five minutes before you leave this room bitch or I might think twice about letting you go!" the Stalker threatened.

He then quickly left the filthy workshop and Michele began to sob.  Her hair was mussed, her makeup smeared, her skirt torn and her underwear tattered and covered in semen. She pulled her panties back over her puffy vagina aware of the man's secretions oozing from her. She could smell his semen but also her own vaginal secretions; she hoped that during the forthcoming sexually assault kit at the hospital the doctor wouldn't be able to tell she had enjoyed being violated. 

The Pantyhose Stalker, as the PD referred to him, had struck nine times. Only four of the victims had made police reports but the police knew if four sexually assaults have been reported then there were at least twice that many sexually assaults committed. He had a particular MO; he always sexually assaulted mature well-dressed women; his attacks were swift and vicious and he wore a stocking over his head to hide his features. He didn't even take the time to strip his victims; in fact the victims reported that he seemed to like raping them fully clothed; not even removing their underwear or their pantyhose.

He didn't take too many chances; he selected his victims and followed them to a secluded place such as a parking station or a park. He was very quick but he usually managed to get himself off at least twice during an attack. The FBI profilers at Quantico described him as having 'remarkable recovery time'. 

So far the PD had managed to keep the Pantyhose Stalker a secret from the press but they knew it wouldn't be long before the press found out that a serial stalker was operating. If the press had been informed and Michele had heard or read about a serial stalker lurking in the city she definitely would not have been on the train that night.

The Pantyhose Stalker didn't care that he left his DNA on his victims; he knew he was a type A secretor and would be easy to profile. He knew that he had left plenty of fingerprints and other physical evidence at his crime scenes. He also knew that none of the physical evidence would lead the cops to him. Because he was a cop!

Detective Mike Harris worked as a detective in the PD's Sex Crimes unit; which was quite fitting employment for a stalker he thought. Long ago when he decided to start raping women, he had removed his own DNA and fingerprints from the crime-lab databanks and replaced them with those of an unknown bum who had died long ago. All serving police had their fingerprints and DNA kept on file in the crime-lab so it could be used to eliminate them if a member of the PD accidentally contaminated a crime scene.

Michele lay on the examination table in a quiet room at the local hospital. A female crime scene investigator had taken vaginal swabs and her clothing had been carefully placed in plastic evidence bags. For some reason they had given her pantyhose back to her.

"We don't need these; we have enough secretions on your panties to do the job," the CSI specialist had said rather coldly.

"Your husband and daughter are waiting outside and they've bought you some clothes," she said a little more sympathy in her voice.

"Look I know it's late and you are tired and sore and want to go home but its best if the detectives talk to you while the incident is fresh in your mind," she went on.

"No! Tomorrow! I can't do it tonight!" Michele insisted.

"Ok detectives Harris and Munner will be at your home tomorrow to take your statement Mrs Bouvier," the CSI said.

She opened the door and Michele's husband and daughter burst into the room and they all hugged and sobbed.

Later that evening after a two torrid hours dealing with an outraged husband and son and sympathetic daughter, Michele was lying in bed. Her husband sat on the edge of the bed; angry and frustrated.

"I still don't understand why you didn't scream; someone would surely have heard!" he muttered.

"I've told you a hundred times! The man had a knife!" Michele whispered; her voice hoarse from constantly having to retell the ordeal to her husband.

"But you say you were in the workshop for about a half-hour; how could he keep you there for so long? Why would he keep you there for so long?" he went on.

"He did it to me twice Harold! There! Is that what you wanted to hear!" Michele cried.

Her husband had given her the third degree all evening. Now he was implying that his wife had not fought off her attacker hard enough; had not done enough to prevent her attacker from forcefully taking her.

"Come on Michele; you know I'm not blaming you!" Harold pleaded.

"I'm just saying is all; I'm trying to figure out how a man could hold you hostage for half an hour at a crowded railway station and not get caught," he continued to reproach his wife.

"Oh that's easy Harold! That's because I lay down for him, hiked up my skirt, pulled down my panties, and said please fuck me mister stalker; you might as well because my husband never does!" she spat at him.

"Michele! Jesus! The kids will hear!" her husband pleaded in hushed tones.

"Well stop accusing me!" Michele hissed.

"Fuck you Harold! I'm going to sleep!"

Michele rolled over and closed her eyes but immediately the image that sprang into her brain was one of a wanton women dressed in business suit with her skirt hiked and her legs spread wide as a young man rutted way at her. Not even guilt and shame could stop her pussy from aching with desire. She bit her lips and when her husband finally turned off the light, pulled the covers over himself and began a gentle snore, she slipped a finger inside her panties and began to slowly masturbate. She came quietly; biting her lips, trying not to breathe too hard. She imagined the Stalker's long hard cock spurting inside her when she came. Even then she still couldn't sleep.

Michele lay in bed unable to sleep for hours thinking about what had happened to her in the subway station workshop until eventually she got up, careful not to wake her sleeping husband. She went into the ensuite bathroom and pulled her come-stained tattered pantyhose from the trash where she had thrown them before showering. The musty smell of her Stalker's sperm still clung to the diaphanous garment.

She raised the nylons to her face and inhaled the smell of his semen and licked at it with her tongue as her fingers pulled aside the gusset of her panties and parted her labia.

Detective Mike Harris, known only to himself as the Pantyhose Stalker, was quite amused that he and his partner had caught the Bouvier sexually assault case. Only yesterday they had been informed that they were to be part of a task force assigned to the Pantyhose Stalker investigation.

Mike and his partner, Janine Munner, had been teamed up in the Sex Crimes unit, or SVU as they called it on TV, for nearly six months.

Mike pretended to get along with Janine, who was a sergeant and therefore senior to him, but in fact he thought she was an arrogant lesbian bitch. Janine Munner was in fact a lesbian. But not a trouser-suited, comfortable-shoe wearing, spiky-haired dyke. On the contrary, she was a short-skirt and high-heel wearing, pantyhose clad, elegantly coiffured, lipstick-lezzo!

This just made things worse for Mike. Ever the chauvinist and with a libido that drove him to sexually assault women, to be cooped up with an attractive, well-dressed woman, and one of the few women who still wore nylons on the force these days, but was unattainable to him, was almost a form of torture.

Mike and Janine were in their unmarked police car heading for the Bouvier residence. Mike wore an expensive Hugo Boss suit; when he wasn't raping women he was quiet the clotheshorse. Janine was dressed in a navy blue power-suit; the pencil skirt clung to her legs and the jacket hugged her body emphasising her well-formed breasts. She wore grey pantyhose and the obligatory black spiked high-heels.

A lot of the other detectives derided her for dressing that way but she figured in Sex Crimes it was highly unlikely that she would get involved in a foot chase; and besides the bosses, both male and female, liked her clothes sense. The other women on the force looked up to her as a role model and a lot of the men lusted after her even though she made no secret of the fact that she was a lesbian.

Mike was driving but his eyes kept drifting down to his partner's legs. She was absentmindedly twiddling her long blonde hair as she read the forensic report and her skirt had ridden up showing a significant amount of delectable thigh. Mike could feel a boner coming on and he deliberately dragged his eyes back to the road.

"She refused to be interviewed last night," Sergeant Munner said.

"Some of them are like that; they can't talk about it so soon after it has happened," Mike replied.

"When you say THEM I presume you mean the victim and when you say IT, I presume you mean sexual assault," Janine Munner replied. 

"Janine, I've been in Sex Crimes for over two years now; you've been here for six months," Mike said.

"You need to harden up."

"And YOU need to not treat the victims like objects Mike; do you treat all women that way?" Janine asked.

'Only the ones I sexually assault or wanna fuck!' he thought to himself; but he ignored her question.

"Ok Janine, how do you want to play this?" Mike changed the subject.

"I think I should ask the questions and do all the talking; you have more experience than me so you look sympathetic but watch her body-language and the listen to her responses. I want you to get a feel for if you think we're dealing with the Pantyhose Stalker here," Janine laid out their strategy.

Thirty minutes later they sat in two comfortable armchairs in the Bouvier's lounge, facing Michele Bouvier. She had made an effort to dress nicely and wore a mauve dress, hose and heels; her hair had been recently brushed and fresh makeup applied but the strain on her face was obvious. Her husband paced back and forth.

"Can you tell me if there is anything about the man that attacked you that we might be able to use to identify him?" Janine began.

"No, he had a stocking over his head; he was medium build and wore jeans and a Hoodie; that's all I remember," Michele answered.

'He had a nice thick long cock; a lot bigger than my husband's,' she thought but obviously didn't say.

"Ok; his voice?"

"Gruff, but I think he was putting the voice on; it didn't sound natural," Michele said.

Janine glanced briefly at Mike; the other women reported that the Pantyhose Stalker had a similar inflection in his voice. Brusque but forced; like it was artificial.

"And he didn't undress you?"

"Christ! Do you have to go into all the gory details!" Harold Bouvier interrupted.

"Mister Bouvier, we have to get all of the details we can if we are going to catch this man," Janine Munner said forcefully.

Mike Harris had a huge erection that he was hiding under the legal pad he had placed in his lap. Sitting across from the woman he had forced sexual relations with only yesterday evening was a huge turn on. She looked even better in the light of day despite her anxiety. He thought he could see a little twinkle in her eye but he might have been misled. He glanced down and saw her legs were slightly open; the sunlight coming in through the window shimmered on her suntan pantyhose. Her long legs led his eyes up to the dark tunnel created by her slightly parted legs and the material of her dress.

His cock throbbed; he knew what was under that dress, he'd felt it, smelt it and fucked it. God this was a turn on! She was wearing the same perfume as yesterday and it rekindled the memory of her spread legged, skirt torn and panties pulled to one side as he fucked her in the filthy workshop. He focussed his mind on the present.

"No he didn't undress me; he ripped my skirt and tore my pantyhose," Michele said quietly.

Another furtive glance between the detectives; it sounded like their man.

"I'm sorry I have to ask you this, but did he.......................did he masturbate on you?" Janine asked apologetically.

"Oh fucking Jesus Christ! Is this really necessary?" Harold screeched.

"Mister Bouvier; are you sure you want to be here for this? Your wife is being very brave and you are not helping her," detective Munner said exasperated.

"You know what? She told me what he did to her! I don't need to hear it again!" Harold Bouvier growled and stormed out of the room.

"Sorry," Janine said.

"Its ok; I think he can't stand what happened to me. And to be honest, I think he's a little jealous," Michele said.

'A strange response?' Janine thought to herself, her brow knitted and then Michele went on.

"He masturbated over me; he rubbed himself on me and he ejaculated in my underwear."

Mike's cock throbbed again listening to the woman explain what he had done to her. But what neither of the detectives knew was that Michele's vagina was becoming wet. Telling these two strangers what the man had done to her was turning her on.

"He....................well when I was a teenager we called it dry humping," Michele blushed.

"No need to explain Mrs Bouvier; we understand what you mean," Janine was feeling sorry for the woman.

Michele crossed her legs; her stockings hissing in the quiet room immediately caught Mike's attention and he watched her dress snake up her thighs a little. He saw her squishing her thighs together. Was the bitch getting turned on?

Michele's panties were wet and her clitty was tingling; she wanted so much to touch herself down there. She couldn't believe how horny she was feeling; almost constantly now ever since she had been sexually assaulted. Twice last night and once this morning she had bought herself off and now she was ready again!

"And then what happened Mrs Bouvier," Janine got the interview back on track.

"Oh he err...............he entered me; but he turned me around first so he could look at me."

"He forced me to kiss him and he made me open my legs wider so he could put it in me. He didn't take my panties off, he just ripped a hole in my pantyhose and pulled the gusset of my panties aside so he could you know..........do it."

"I'm sorry we have to do this Mrs Bouvier; but the details matter," Janine Munner said, compassion evident in her voice.

Michele Bouvier's panties were now sodden; her clit was engorged and she was scared she was going to orgasm in front of these cops without even touching herself. She kept looking at the handsome young detective and imagined it was he fucking her; taking her right here in the lounge room bent over this very chair. He would bend her over; tear out the crotch of her hose and fuck her! She wriggled a little in her chair and cleared her throat.

"Is that all you need to know?" Michele asked, anxious now for them to leave.

"Nearly done now. Is there anything else that you think may help us identify the man?" Janine said looking earnestly into Michele's eyes.

"Not really; except I could describe his Johnson to you!" Michele cackled.

"Oh I'm so sorry that was so inappropriate!" she blushed.

"Don't worry Mrs Bouvier; it's just shock. You would be surprised what some witnesses say in the heat of the moment," Janine made to leave; rising out of her chair.

Mike Harris stole a quick glance up Janine's skirt as she struggled out of the big armchair. 'Hmm; pink panties today,' he thought. His gaze went back to Michele Bouvier; if he didn't know better he would swear the woman was turned on. Maybe she was? She certainly was yesterday evening when he fucked her.

Michele began to stand too and once again Mike got eyeful of her thick but sexy thighs as she rose; he couldn't quite see up her skirt but he got a great view of her legs.

Mike stood up and as the two women gave each other a quick farewell hug; he was able to conceal his erection in his suit pants.

"I'm so sorry this happened," Janine said.

"Me too," Michele replied; knowing that deep down she was lying.

Just then the door burst open and in rushed a teenaged girl; Michele Bouvier's daughter the detectives deduced.

"Oh God mom I'm so sorry, I just couldn't stay at school today! Not after what you have been through, I want to be home with you. I want to be here for you, for whatever you want me to do to help," the teenaged girl hugged her mother.

"My daughter Nadine," Michele explained to the two detectives.

Nadine Bouvier was a freshman at the Graham Academy; a community college. She had brunette hair just like her mother, worn in a ponytail. She was curvaceous, not stick thin like so many girls her age, and she had her mother's looks too. She was attractive; not schoolgirl pretty. She was currently dressed in a cheerleader outfit; a white pleated skirt riding high on her thighs, a figure-hugging spandex top, white with the letters GA in blue and red emblazoned across her tits. She was wearing heavy makeup, which was slightly smudged from the practice session she had been doing before she came home. Her long well formed legs were encased in sheer flesh-tone tights and she also wore bobby-sox and white gym shoes.

Mike Harris gawped at this younger version of Michele Bouvier; he usually preferred mature women but this girl was perfect! She hugged her mother on tippy-toes and her pleated skirt rode up and exposed her white spandex panties; the flesh-tone tights contrasted beautifully with her white panties.

Janine Munner saw Mike staring and shot him a hateful glare. Mike shrugged his shoulders as if to say, 'she's showing; I'm looking!' and then made to the hallway.

Janine and Michele followed him to the front door.

"Once again Mrs Bouvier thank you for your cooperation and I'm so sorry this has happened to you," Janine said, shaking hands.

"Me too Mrs Bouvier," Mike spoke for the first time.

Michele Bouvier was visibly taken aback. The detective's voice somehow seemed familiar but she couldn't place it. As she shook hands with him Michele looked him directly in the eyes and she wasn't sure but she thought she saw a gleam there. A sexy gleam, an interesting gleam, a devious gleam! Her pussy spasmed and she felt herself moisten again. She was puzzled but intrigued.




The Pantyhose Stalker



Michele watched the detectives walk down the path and climb into their car; her daughter by her side.

"What do you think?" Janine Munner said as they fastened their seat belts.

"It's him. It's the Pantyhose Stalker" Mike Harris replied.

"Yep; it's him," she echoed.

'I also think I'm going to sexually assault Michele Bouvier's daughter,' Mike thought to himself and smiled.

To Be Continued.....................

In the next chapter Mike hatches his scheme to sexually assault Michele's teenage daughter Nadine. Please send me feedback, criticism and encouragement; I will always respond.

xxx

Michele