Nylon Conquest Ch. 01 - Sex Stories

Nylon Conquest Ch. 01

... operation. At six-foot-four in shiny black 5" Louboutin's, wearing a curve-hugging cashmere minidress with at least twelve inches of thigh clad in those stockings, she silenced the whole place, with just her entrance. She loved every second of it. Obviously, so did I.

After she'd opened the packages of stockings I'd bought, she went into the kitchen and brought out a box of sandwich bags. She kneeled on the floor and sorted through the scores of nylons strewn about the room. With loving care, she opened every precious little package, carefully unwrapped its diaphanous contents, held it up to feel its silky texture, sometimes bringing one to her face for extra sensory feeling. Some she'd try on then and there, giving me a little show. Then she'd strip them off, reverently roll up each pair, and place it into its transparent bag, labelled for quick access. I watched her work, silently biding my time, waiting for her to finish so she could satisfy our building libido and wrap those luscious legs around my body and fuck me senseless.

The way she lovingly caressed each stocking, each pair of silky pantyhose, I knew. Larissa has a powerful fetish for nylon. She's mentioned it a few times. I love this about her.

She loves to experiment. Last month, when I came home she was wearing an ankle-length silk robe, with a silk cammy underneath and five-inch shiny red Jimmy Choo heels. She proudly showed me her vintage silk seamed stockings, pinned securely with four garters on ...

... each leg. But under the stockings she wore an oil-shine pantyhose that seemed to glow under the stockings. The layering effect was stunning. I love that she puts so much thought into making herself so sexy at home. I fell to my knees to worship her legs, bending low to kiss her feet. She laughed delightedly, then like the queen she is, she took my chin into her fingers and raised my head to look up at her. As my gaze slowly swept up her magnificent legs, tightly embraced in the finest silky nylon, my eyes landed where she'd intended: that her pantyhose was crotchless. I looked up into her eyes.

Larissa has this look about her when she wants to fuck. I see that look a lot. I love to describe it as slutty. I walked her back to the couch, sat her down and fell once again to my knees. Kissing the nylon up and down her silky thighs, and knowing she was more than ready, I moved up to her dripping sex and kissed and licked her beautiful pussy. When I do that, she loves to wrap her legs around my head and rest her feet on my lower back, holding me fast, sometimes pulling me deeper, giving herself the illusion that I'm her slave to do her bidding.

Funny how women think, isn't it?

Anyway, we're both so turned on by that point that it's no problem to set her off, taking her over the edge to oblivion in short order. She always gushes from her delicious cunt, drowning me in her femcum. And when Larissa cums, it's a glorious thing. She cums like a goddess. Long, violent, and ...