by JimP suggested by Karate2hose

My name is Mark and I’m in my mid-30’s, extremely handsome, tall with a hot muscular body and a huge dick that gets plenty of use with the hot young women at the office where I work. They just can’t get enough of me. I’m also a karate expert to beat up jealous boyfriends and husbands if they catch me in the act. To be honest I was getting a bit bored with them. I’d banged all the good-looking younger ones but frankly they were too easy to pull and annoyed me with their trout-pout selfies. I’d warned them not to post anything about me or I’d use them for Karate practice! It was the thrill of the chase that I yearned for and these young girls weren’t giving me that. I was pondering this while returning to the office from my regular lunch-time walk to the town centre to admire the pieces of skirt, providing the weather was fine. Crossing the footbridge that went over a main road to the railway station en-route to my workplace in the business area beyond, I saw a familiar face from work coming towards me amid a throng of people. I had to think for a while to get her name. Joan! from accounts I think not that I cared. I’d never given her any interest before. Far older than the girls I usually pulled, she must have been in her late 40’s or early 50’s. She was OK looking I guess, one of those shy quiet types who sometimes wore glasses, another no-no for me. However, for some reason, she drew my attention and I couldn’t stop looking at her as she approached.

She had a pleasant small long oval shaped face with small slender brown eyes and natural eyebrows and lashes with a touch of mascara. I hate those thick hairless brows tattooed or drawn that young women like. A sleek nose sat between the long plains of her cheeks and above a small mouth set in pout that exposed her teeth like she was only breathing through her mouth. For some reason I found that quite appealing. Her auburn hair was straight and short with a fringe above her eyebrows and pulled back into a bun at the back of her head. I thought she had a prim and proper look which I found quite hot. She was about 5’ 6 in the high heels she wore with a nice slender petite body. The way her tight white blouse clung to her curves beneath an unbuttoned light business jacket revealed a good-sized forward thrusting rack which I’d never noticed before. It bounced in a wonderful groin-stirring way as she walked towards me.

A sudden cross-wind made her skirt fly up on one side. I was surprised to see this prim and proper woman had a skirt with a very long side-split that opened wide and doubly-surprised to see a fantastic pair of legs sheathed in tan-coloured sheer nylon tights. Personally I think stockings are sexier but never met a woman who wore them as day to day clothing. However, I had to admit Joan’s legs looked sensationally sexy. Although petite in build, her legs were long and shapely in perfect proportion to her size. As she tried to keep the flap down, I saw her long shins were backed by shapely calves and had wonderful arches to her feet caused by black high-heeled shoes. Passing me without acknowledgment baring her teeth as she breathed while walking I found her very sultry. I don’t normally do this but I turned around to watch her walk away and was surprised by how muscled her calves were. Sexy shapely perfect muscled calves flexed and waned with every step. They were a moderate size, nice, feminine and surprisingly well-defined with good tone. She didn’t seem the sporty type so put this down to wearing high-heels for many years. I found Joan’s calves sheathed in tan coloured nylons incredibly sexy. So much so that I found myself standing in the middle of a busy footbridge with a raging hard-on! For a ‘big boy’ like me that is a major problem that is difficult to hide or walk properly with a huge pole down my pants! That decided it, I was going to have her. A more mature woman instead of those silly air-headed youngsters should be more of a challenge that would make it worth while. She might be married but then when has that ever stopped me. I chat them up, have them then dump them before things get complicated. The fun is all in the thrill of the chase.

Back at my desk I found an urgent e-mail from the head of HR demanding a signed acceptance of the Memorandum of Understanding required each year. So I sent a copy of the form to the nearest printer and went to the room it was located in to collect it. When I entered, I found Joan there with her big chest thrusting forwards in side profile. Enjoying the sight with a stirring in my groin, I watched as she leant over to pick up some paper she dropped. Wow what a rack! What great calves! What a pert little backside that wriggled around as she collected the paper! My dick was getting stiff and I needed to satisfy the urge so I locked the door behind me.

“Did you just lock the door?” Joan accused in soft and pleasant voice.

“To give us some privacy,” I replied.

“And why would we need that?” she asked with suspicion. “We are just collecting our print-outs. Which I’ve finished by the way so unlock it.”

I poured on the charm as I got close to her.

“I’m Mark, you’re Joan aren’t you?”

“I know who you are. I’ve heard the girls talk about you and it’s not flattering either.”

“They’re young, immature and self-centred,” I told her in my seductive voice. “A more mature sensible and attractive woman like you would appreciate what I have to offer,” I said with a knowing glance at the front of my trousers.

I placed my hands upon her slender shoulders and gave her my winning smile.

“You’re a very good-looking woman,” I told her.

“I’ve never been told that before. Now stop fooling around. I’ve got a lot of work to do,” she said and tried to pull away.

I held onto her shoulders.

“I saw you on the footbridge at lunch time. You have sensational legs,” I complimented her.

This mature woman was making the chase more challenging and my dick stiffened in anticipation. A brief smirk touched her lips. She had noticed and was playing hard to get!

“And you’ve got a great bust,” I added with a smile.

My hands reached towards them but she slap them away.

“That’s it, let me leave this room or you’re big trouble. I’m warning you.”

“Only after I’ve satisfied you, which I will,” I said soothingly reaching again for her big rack.

Joan looked outraged and stepped away, standing in a manner that caused the side-slit in her skirt to open all the way to the top. I couldn’t help but stare at her right leg exposed in full.

“Wow! Your legs are fantastic” I gasped with growing lust.

“Women are not playthings to be touched without their permission!”

“I’ve had no complaints before,” I smirked.

“Well I won’t tolerate it,” she stated in a way that made her impressive bust heave dramatically.

That certainly made my big dipper lurch. Cor, I couldn’t wait to get my hands on those!

“You’re nicely stacked,” I told her. “So am I,” I gave her a knowing wink.

She turned slightly away facing the door and the view of her side-profile made my dick rigid.

“You should show some cleavage,” I told her. “You shouldn’t cover up them up. Believe me, your assets have got me really hard.”

I reached out to undo the top buttons of her blouse.

I yelped at the sudden sharp pain as the hands of the busty small woman flash out to swiftly seize my wrist. Pressing a thumb into the nerve-cluster just below the base of my palm, she sharply bent my hand right back, peeling it away from her bust. She looked down at me with a smug expression as I danced in agony with my knees bending causing me to shrink before her. Where on earth did she learn to do that? The small mature woman hardly looked the sporty or combative type.

“I told you not to touch,” Joan told me.

I yelped again as she slammed her other palm against the back of my elbow and began to press while forcing my wrist upward. In humiliation, I was forced to lean forwards in fear that she might break my elbow or wrist. Close to her sexy nylon-sheathed legs, I couldn’t believe this small mature woman had me under complete control within seconds.

“No means no!”

“Let go, it’s just a bit of banter!” I yelped.

“How’s this for banter?” she asked. “HAI!”

The unexpected short sharp shout made me jump despite being restrained in an armlock. I never knew she knew Karate! The fluorescent lights in the ceiling reflected off the sheen of her nylons as her right leg became a blur of motion rising to waist height then streaking around in an arc. The long nylon-clad shin slammed across my across my belly like a crow-bar. I let out a wail of anguish at the burning pain exploding in my gut. The unexpected suddenness of the attack left me unprepared to tense my 6-pack abs. My feet left the floor as my body tried to fly backwards only to come to a painful halt because of her armlock whereupon I bounced forwards and forced to a stop before her.

Still with my arm in her painful grip, I watched the long side slit begin to open wide as her right knee rose with the lower leg bent back at the knee. In horror, the side panels of her skirt fell away from her glorious nylon-clad upper thigh as a rounded hard-looking knee emerged and rose at frightening speed. Dreadful ball-numbing pain exploded in my groin with such agony it seemed my balls shrunk inside my body cavity to take shelter. With my groin slumped over her knee, I barely registered that Joan had raised both hands either side of my head. Her hands slashed down, open-palmed with straight fingers to deliver a double-handed chop to the carotid arteries on both sides of my neck at the same time. Crippling nerve-tingling bolts of burning pain shot though my nervous system, setting my nerves jangling and twitching even as I crouched over clutching my aching balls with my faced screwed up in agony.

Without pause, Joan’s right hand slashed around in a chest-height arc. The edge of her hand chopped across my throat and I staggered back choking. Before I had time to react, the little woman spun around fast with the slit skirt billowing showing her amazing legs and bulging muscular calves. There is just a blur of reflected light from her tan-nylons before the sole of her shoe slams right on my jaw like a guided missile. I’d never felt such power before as my head whip-lashed back so fast that I blacked out immediately.

I could hear a woman’s voice going on about the secret Pantyhose Society in what sounded like a French accent.

“Women choose to wear pantyhose, or tights as you call them, because they are practical and convenient. We wear tan-coloured ones as a sign of unity.”

Opening my eyes I was disorientated to find myself slouched in a chair positioned in the middle of a conference room. Around me was a large clear space then a group of women sitting at desks who I recognise as babes I’ve had. The petite busty Joan stood close by watching me like a hawk. They all wore split skirts and tan-coloured sheer tights, which was odd.

“No doubt the male pig would prefer us to wear sheer-black nylon stockings and suspenders, but that is male sexual fantasy which real women will not entertain outside of the bedroom.”

I look at the one talking and recognise the smartly dressed mature oriental woman as Madame Michelle as she preferred to be called, the new European head of HR. Wearing a business suit with a very short skirt, she leant against a window ledge. Despite her age she had incredibly long sexy legs which were stretched out. They were sensational and I couldn’t stop staring at them. Tall and slim, she is attractive despite her age with a pleasantly rounded face, small almond-shaped eyes, a short squat nose, high cheekbones, a medium sized mouth and shallow chin. Her black hair with wisps of grey is styled in a short bob.

“Look at how he cannot take his eyes off my legs,” she spoke in a strong authoritative voice that belies her petite size. “Well made pantyhose are not only practical but also enhance a woman’s legs with a sensual sheen while covering any blemishes.”

I went to get out of the chair but the mature oriental pointed a finger at me.

“Please remain in the chair for a moment or Joan will forcefully make sure that you do.”

I wasn’t frightened of the mature little red-head minx but it unnerved me when she raised her legs one at a time to remove her shoes as if preparing for a fight.

“The pantyhose that Joan and myself are wearing is a new line released from Wolford, probably the best brand in the world, made especially for modern women like you,” Madame Michelle continued. “Business women like you, rich women and famous women all wear Wolford. Sheer 20 denier hose cost around 30 to 40 Euro so about 10 times normal hose in large-scale retail outlets but worth it, I’m sure you’ll agree”.

“You can’t sell tights, that’s against company rules!” I interrupted angrily.

“I am not selling anything, I am merely providing guidance,” she told me. “Sexual harassment however is sackable offence, please return to your seat.”

“I’ve done nothing wrong!” I protested but withered under her hard glare.

I refused and remained standing, glaring at Joan to make a move and see what she’ll get.

“These are special pantyhose designed for emancipated, career-minded women who practice martial arts and self-defence.”

What was this crap!

“These innovative hose are both aesthetically pleasing and fashionable, yet extremely resistant to run marks and tears than other brands without losing their beauty and softness. A lot of money has been invested by many powerful and important women. I have contacts in Parisian fashion houses and have free-samples for those of you who want to try them out on a male pig. Yes, free so I am not breaking any rules.” the last remark was aimed at me.

“That’s it, I’m leaving.”

The mature oriental ignored me.

“They have special reinforced toes that can be used to kick a man’s privates as Joan will now demonstrate on the pig.”

“What? No!” I exclaimed as the busty petite red-haired mature turned towards me with an emotionless expression.

“I won’t hesitate to defend myself this time,” I warned her, raising my fists and adopting a fighting stance.

A twitch of the slit opening on Joan’s right side was all the warning I got as it began to get wider.

“HAI!” My right fist flew, angled downwards intending to intercept her thigh.

In the blink of an eye her arms lanced out, trapping my wrist and re-directing it’s flight across the front of her belly. A streak of tan lanced out as her right leg rose and snapped forwards within a heartbeat. I howled in agony as the ball of her foot hammered my gonads in a brutal front-kick. The blow to my undercarriage was so strong, I was momentarily lifted onto my toes and couldn’t stop myself from creasing forward over my aching balls.