Nylon Conquest Ch. 01 - Sex Stories

Nylon Conquest Ch. 01

... and cumming while no man realized what was happening. And my gorgeous wife, cumming over dessert while I prattle on about my work.

It made me horny as hell. My dick throbbed.

Larissa looked at her watch. "Oh my Lilith. I have to go in a few minutes."

I wondered why she says that. I've never thought to ask her. Maybe tonight. But for now, I was disappointed she had to go. I motioned at the pantyhose encasing my lower body. "What about these? I can't get them off myself. You'll have to help me."

"No dear, I have something else in mind." She reached down to my crotch and began to massage and squeeze my shaft through the layers of nylon. With the sensual pleasures of the nylon on my legs and her revealing story about hands-free cumming in public, I was well primed. She extended her long, lacquered fingers onto my glans and tickled up and down the sensitive part of my shaft. It was enough. She's learned exactly how to push my buttons and in seconds I blasted a load of cum into her stocking. When giving me handjobs, Larissa always keeps her fingers working to extract the greatest satisfaction from my orgasms. She pressed her thumb deeply and not so gently into my glans and rotated it around and around, milking every last spasm out of my exploding member.

"Oh Larissa, that was...stunning. I can't explain it. The pantyhose, the nylon around my balls, your legs, and, and that story! You drove me crazy."

"That's my evil plan, my love. You'll see more of this type of ...

... seduction. A lot more. I have ideas that I think are going to drive you wild."

"You can't leave me wondering, darling. Please, what? What are you planning?"

"What we've done today is just the first level. Just a taste. But I'll give you just a sample of what I have in store for you. How about this: both of us encased in skin-tight silk body suits, sliding frictionlessly along each other, fully enclosed except your dick and my cunt, which won't have any friction either, trust me. In and out, in and out, while we slide along our nylon bodies, silky legs entangled, building us to sensory overload on every square inch."

She looked away from me and continued, her voice dreamy and disconnected.

"My free and hungry cunt gushing out orgasm after orgasm as you impale me over and over and over. Your wanton slut, asking for more and more, force-feeding you massive doses of Viagra to give you everlasting strength, then getting on top, riding you to oblivion, fucking your brains out, breaking your brain, making you my everlasting slave. My pet. My nylon fuck toy with the huge cock. Mine to feed, to feed from, milking you endlessly, here for me whenever I need to fuck. My everlasting fuck toy."

Larissa's voice was quiet and soft. She was looking into space, as if in a trance. I don't know if she knew that she had actually revealed her secret thoughts. Her slutty scheme was now fully formed. She shook her head.

"Where am I? Did I say all that? Oh no, no I didn't mean it, ...