Nylon Conquest Ch. 01 - Sex Stories

Nylon Conquest Ch. 01

... that glorious cock of yours just right, you can cross your legs and cum too. Wouldn't that be a trip? There we are, in a sexy little restaurant in Soho, drinking wine, holding hands on the table after a candlelight dinner while we watch each other cum. Wouldn't that be wonderful?

"OK, I've got to go. It's long day for me, my love. So enjoy the pantyhose. Please don't cum today. I know it'll be hard not cumming while wearing our pantyhose. Ha! I can say "our" pantyhose now, isn't that hot? You'll want to cum. I know it. But don't. Because your training starts tonight. You're getting a double dose of Viagra. We'll see if I can get that engine started again while I bathe you and shave those hot legs of yours. Then I'll unwrap all my new treasures and dress you up all slutty, my nylon slave. I'm going to dress you up so slutty tonight, slutty, slutty, slutty, just so you get a real sense of our future together.

"I've dreamed about getting a tight nylon sheath made for that glorious cock of yours. I'll get to work on that. My stocking was nice, but we need something custom made. Something more permanent. Let me think about that.

"I know when I wear pantyhose and stockings it motivates you to eat my pussy. And when you're wearing our pantyhose, our stockings, I won't be able to resist you. I can't wait to suck you off, framed by your gorgeous nylon legs. So try to hold out for me tonight. Try. Oh I'm getting too excited. I'd better go before I change my mind and just ...

... ravish you now. Watch me today. I've got a surprise for you."

My wife turned to leave. I admired the muscles in her calves and thighs as she stepped away from me to the door. She had a parting thought:

"I'm making incredible money now, sweetie. Maybe you should quit your job."

"Quit my job? Larissa, no, I can't do that. It's part of me. It's what I do. It's..."

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no. Look. The more I think about it, the more it makes sense. You don't need to work. Haven't you been listening? Get that incredible brain of yours thinking of new places to take our fetish. That's your job now. Call them today and resign. It's decided."

"But Larissa, honey. Please be reasonable. All those years of schooling. Everything I've accomplished. I love my job. I can't just throw it all away!"

Larissa paused at the door and looked at me. She was at once excited and yet somehow flustered. She's not used to being said "no" to. But my job is important to me.

"I don't have much time. I've got to go. But I hope we don't have a problem here. This is my life too. I want this. I've always dreamed of having a stay-at-home fuck toy that can satisfy me, fuck me senseless, and always be there when I come back for more. That's you. You, you are my fuck toy. My dedicated nylon slut. When I met you at Bemelman's Bar that first night, I knew. I knew I was going to make you my stay-at-home slut."

She turned to go. "Call your boss. When I get home tonight, I expect you to be ...