The dirty old man slid his hand down Vanessa's nylon-covered shaft, his fingers tracing the outline of her semi-flaccid appendage. He paused at the base, feeling the nylon bunched up between her legs. With a wicked grin, he reached around, his fingers brushing against her uncircumcised knob, peeking out between her nylon-clad cheeks. Vanessa shuddered, a whimper escaping her lips as the man's touch sent electric shocks through her body. He teased her sensitive flesh, his fingertip circling her exposed tip, collecting the pre-cum that had leaked through the nylon. "Such a dirty little slut," he whispered, bringing his finger to his mouth and sucking Vanessa's feminine essence off it. "I bet you'd love to cum, wouldn't you? To feel your hot load spurting into these tight pantyhose."

Moving with purpose, one hand continued to toy with Vanessa's exposed foreskin, his fingertip rubbing circles around the sensitive tip. His other hand slid to the front of her crotch, feeling the bunched-up nylon covering her sissy globes. He began massaging them, his fingers kneading the delicate flesh through the thin, silky-smooth material. The ministrations were a deft familiarity, his fingers dancing over Vanessa's most sensitive areas with practiced ease. It was clear that he had done this countless times before, his touch confident and calculated. He knew how to apply the right amount of pressure, how to tease and tantalize, bringing Vanessa to the brink of ecstasy without pushing her over the edge. His hands moved in perfect synchronization, one kneading her gurly ingots, the other tugging and twisting her foreskin.

Vanessa's breath hitched, her hips rocking involuntarily as the man's dual assault sent waves of pleasure crashing through her. She could feel her trapped erection swelling futilely, straining against the confines of her pantyhose, with the dirty old man's relentless touch. He whispered filthy encouragement in her ear, telling her how much he loved teasing her, how much he enjoyed watching her squirm and whimper. Vanessa's mind was a hazy pleasure and frustration, her thoughts consumed by the need for release while fighting against the urge to cum.

The dirty old man's hands moved faster, his fingers caressing and rolling her gurly balls, his other hand tugging gently on her foreskin. Vanessa's eyes rolled back, her mouth falling open in a silent scream as she felt herself hurtling towards the edge...

About an hour earlier...

Vanessa stepped onto the crowded subway train, her pantyhose legs trembling with frustration, her trapped sissy wand a constant, aching presence tucked under, having been denied release for weeks. Swaying with the train's motion, she was unaware of the hungry gazes directed at her by other passengers. Unknown to her, the stalker had been secretly recording her torment, uploading clips of her desperate, edged state to the dark web. He had invited like-minded individuals to join in on the fun, to tease and deny Vanessa if they encountered her on the subway.

One such individual had his weathered and drawn eyes glued lustfully on Vanessa's nylon-covered bulge under her skirt. He shuffled closer, his leathery hand brushing against her thigh. Vanessa jumped, startled, but the man just smiled lecherously. "Looks like someone's in need of some relief," he muttered, his hand inching closer to her trapped erection.

Vanessa froze as the dirty old man's hand closed around her silken-sheathed erection, giving it a firm squeeze. She gasped, her hips jerking forward involuntarily. The man chuckled, his grip tightening as he began to stroke her through the nylon. "Such a pretty little sissy, all trapped and desperate," he murmured, his shaky breath hot against her ear. Vanessa's face flushed with humiliation, but her body betrayed her, her trapped cock throbbing and leaking pre-cum into her pantyhose.

The man's hand moved faster, his palm rubbing against her sensitive tip. Vanessa bit her lip to stifle a moan, her eyes darting around the crowded train, hoping someone would notice what was happening. But the man seemed unfazed, his hand continuing its relentless teasing, bringing Vanessa closer and closer to the edge, only to slow down at the last moment, denying her the release she so desperately needed.

Alternating between Vanessa's sensitive foreskin and her gurly balls, the dirty old man, in one moment, would be tugging gently with his fingers on her uncircumcised tip, the mellifluous pantyhose rubbing against her exposed flesh. The next, his hand would be kneading her gurly nuggets, sending jolts of pleasure through her core. Vanessa's body shivered, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she begged silently for release, but the man showed no mercy. He balanced her on the precipice, never letting her fall over the edge. The train swayed and rocked, but the man's hands remained steady, his touch precise and calculated, determined to wring every last drop of pleasure from her sexually aroused body.

Vanessa tensed, her muscles tightening as the dirty old man's teasing pushed her closer and closer to the breaking point. Her goolies drew up, tightening against her body as the pressure inside her built to an unbearable level. At the same time, her trapped sissy clit struggled to unfurl itself from its semi-turgid state, the diaphanous nylon rubbing against the sensitive flesh.

Vanessa's hips jerked, her body desperate for friction and release. The dirty old man's hands moved faster, his fingers digging into her flesh as he pushed her to the limit. Vanessa's eyes squeezed shut, her mouth open in a silent groan as she felt herself teetering on the edge of oblivion. One more touch, one more tug, and she would explode, her pent-up desire finally finding its longing relief.

Just as Vanessa felt herself about to topple over the edge, the train lurched to a stop. The sudden movement threw her off balance as she gripped the handrail to steady herself. The dirty old man's hands slipped away, his teasing touch disappearing after being jostled by the other passengers. Vanessa's breathing grew heavy and laborious, her body quivering with effort to hold back her impending orgasm. She bit her lip hard, her nails digging into her palms as she fought against the urge to cum as she rode out the wave of pleasure, her trapped erection throbbing achingly, her orbs so tight and full, with the need to ejaculate and cum. But she held on, denying herself the satisfaction, knowing that her tormentors would be pleased with her restraint.

When the train started moving again, the dirty old man's hands returned, his touch gentler now, almost soothing, as if rewarding her obedience. Those dexterous hands moved slowly, almost tenderly, over Vanessa's trembling body. He caressed her pantyhose erection, his fingers tracing the outline of her shaft through the nylon.

He then slid to cup her aching balls, gently rolling them in his palm as if savoring their weight. Vanessa gasped, her body still coiled tight with unspent desire. The dirty old man leaned in close, his lips brushing against her ear. "Mmm... must be so aching to hold back like that," he murmured, his voice low and approving. "Such a horny little sissy slut." His hand glided up to her crotch, pressing firmly against her trapped clit. Vanessa whimpered, her hips jolted forward involuntarily. The man chuckled, his touch remaining steady and insistent. "Don't you think you've earned yourself a little reward and let yourself go?" His hand continued to press against Vanessa's trapped clit, his fingers rubbing firm circles against the sensitive flesh. Vanessa's breath was short, with sharp gasps, her body quivering with effort to hold back her impending orgasm.

The dirty old man slid his other hand down to her ass, squeezing the firm globe through her skirt. He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against her neck as he spoke. "Cum for me, you dirty little sissy. Cum for Daddy..." he whispered, his voice husky with desire. "Show me how much you love being teased and denied." His fingers pressed harder against her clit, his thumb slipping beneath the waistband of her pantyhose to brush against her sensitive tip.

Vanessa's body stiffened, her muscles locking up as the first wave of her orgasm crashed over her. She opened her mouth to moan, but no sound came out, her voice stolen by the intensity of her release. As her orgasm hit, her trapped sissy wand, still tucked down and under, began to twitch and pulse. The dirty old man's thumb pressed firmly against her exposed tip, feeling the first spurts of her warm ejaculate as her pent-up desire finally found its escape. Vanessa's pantyhose grew damp, the nylon clinging to her semi-flaccid shaft as it leaked her hot, sticky cum. The man's fingers continued rubbing her clit, drawing out her orgasm, forcing her to ride the waves of pleasure that crashed through her. Her hips jerked and shuddered, her body convulsing with each spasm of ecstasy. Her mouth gaped open in a silent moan as she came harder than she ever had before, her cum dripping down the back of her pantyhose, pooling between her cheeks.

The dirty old man's thumb continued to tease Vanessa's sensitive tip, rubbing and circling the wet, sticky flesh. Her cock, though semi-flaccid, twitched and pulsed with each touch, more cum leaking from the slit. His other hand slid to the front of her crotch, cupping her orbs through the damp nylon. He massaged them gently, his fingers kneading the delicate flesh, coaxing more of her hot seed to erupt to the surface. Vanessa's body shuddered, her hips bucking involuntarily as the man's relentless teasing pushed her to the brink of another orgasm. She could feel the pressure building in her gurly balls, the urge to cum growing stronger with each passing second. The man's hands moved faster, his thumb pressing hard against her sensitive tip, his fingers squeezing her tender globes.

As the dirty old man's hands worked her over, her trapped phallus throbbed, with her pantyhose stretched tight around her shaft. The man's thumb rubbed her tip mercilessly, the friction sending jolts of pleasuring tingles through her while massaging her heavy sissy jewels with his other hand, building up the tension to an unendurable level. Vanessa's mouth was still agape as her eyes rolled back once more, hurtling herself towards another explosive and intense orgasm. The man's hands moved faster, his touch more insistent, pushing her to the limit. With a final, brutal knead of her globes, Vanessa came undone. Her trapped cock pulsed, her cum spurting from the slit in her tip, soaking through the nylon of her pantyhose.

In the throes of Vanessa's convulsing orgasm, her body grinding uncontrollably against the dirty old man's crotch. Her ass cheeks clenched, her hips bucking and rolling, rubbing her soaked pantyhose against the bulge in his trousers. The man groaned, his own arousal growing with each movement of her body. He pressed himself against her, his hardness straining against the fabric of his pants. As Vanessa's convulsions intensified, her body shook violently, riding out the waves of her climax. The dirty old man gasped raggedly, his grip on her tightening as he felt himself approaching the edge. With a final, shuddering thrust, he came, his cum spurting into his trousers, staining the fabric with his hot, sticky seed.

Vanessa collapsed against her stranger, her body spent and shaking in the aftermath of her intense orgasms. The dirty old man's hands remained on her, one still cupping her gurly nuggets, the other resting on her damp pantyhose erection. He breathed heavily, his own body still shuddering with the remnants of his release.

The train continued rumbling along the tracks, the other passengers oblivious to the lewd scene unfolding in their midst. Vanessa's pantyhose was soaked through, her cum and the man's saturating the nylon with a dark, wet patch. The man's trousers were similarly damp, the outline of his spent cock visible against the fabric. He leaned in close, his lips brushing against Vanessa's ear. "Such a dirty little Chinese sissy slut," he murmured, his voice husky and satisfied. "You took your reward so well."

Vanessa remained slumped against the dirty old man, her body weak and exhausted from the intense orgasms he had coerced upon her. Her pantyhose clung to her skin, the damp fabric chafing against her sensitive flesh. Slowly, he withdrew his hands, his touch lingering momentarily before stepping back. Vanessa swayed slightly, her legs wobbling beneath her. She looked up at the dirty old man, her eyes glazed and unfocused, her mind still reeling from the inflicted pleasure he brought on her. He smiled, a wicked glint in his eye as he took in her debauched appearance.

Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out his mobile phone, snapping pictures of Vanessa's cum-stained pantyhose and disheveled skirt. "A memento," he said, his voice dripping with satisfaction. "To remember this little encounter by." Vanessa stumbled back, her eyes wide with horror as the dirty old man snapped picture after picture of her cum-soaked pantyhose and skirt. She tried to cover herself, her hands shaking as she tugged at the hem of her skirt, but it was too late. The evidence of her humiliation was already captured on the man's phone.

He smirked, his thumb hovering over the screen as he selected a filter to enhance the graphic nature of the images. "Don't worry, little sissy," he said, his voice dripping with mock concern. "I'll make sure these pictures get to the right people. Your masters will be so pleased with your performance."

He turned and left, leaving Vanessa alone, her body trembling with exhaustion, shame, and dread.