Nylon Conquest Ch. 01 - Sex Stories

Nylon Conquest Ch. 01

... sensed, no, when I KNEW she was at the exact place I wanted her, I extended the fingers of my left hand and tickled her clit, skimming my fingers mercilessly around and around her sex. Somehow, I knew exactly how much pressure, exactly where to tickle, where to caress, where to massage.

In seconds she came. Violently. Larissa bent over and beat the mattress with her fists. A gush of femcom washed through her pantyhose and all over me. "Ahhh," she screamed. "That was amazing! How did you know? You knew exactly what I needed and where. Exactly."

When she had calmed down, I told her. "It's this new sense of touch. It was as if I could feel your nerve endings. I could feel your orgasm building. When you got to where I wanted you, I struck. I just knew."

"Well," Larissa said, "if that's your new super power, I'm your Lois Lane." She sat in the wheelchair with a thump and caught her breath while I dried myself of the torrent from her cunt. After she had composed herself, she absently pulled off the right stocking as she appeared lost in thought. After about a few seconds, she turned to look at me. She extended her wet tongue and licked her full red glossy lips. "My turn," she said.

She stood and held her stockings from their lacy tops so the length of them hung above me, with the toes just brushing my chest. They were gossamer silk, nearly transparent and oh, so soft. And they had just been clinging to her glorious legs.

She lowered the length of the nylon stockings ...

... to my body and swept them over my skin, starting with my legs, around and around my groin (where she lingered) then on up to my face.

"Sometimes I love to sweep my nylons all over my vagina before I put them on. They feel so luxurious and silky soft."

She wasn't kidding. The silky nylon raised goosebumps on the nerve endings of every part of my skin. I was beginning to believe the operation had enhanced the rest of my body too, because the silky drape of the nylons raised tiny electric shocks wherever it touched me. I swooned when she drew the stockings over and around my face and down to my balls. There she loosely wrapped them around my genitals and let them sit for a moment before pulling them free. The stockings unwound from around my dick, so smooth and silky they never snagged, never hung up. Slowly, languidly, the stockings slid around my shaft as she drew the full length of the silk towards her. I'd never felt nylon on my cock before and it was explosive.

"I can see you liked that."

No shit. My cock was throbbing from anticipation. I had no idea what Larissa had planned.

"Now for the best part," she added.

She sat on the bed beside me and crossed her legs in my direction. Her lower thigh was two or three inches from my face and the top of my head was framed by her upper leg (she knows the effect her legs have on me - this was no accident).

Larissa laid one of the stockings along my chest and over my face, with the foot draped over my head. She let ...