The Stocking in His Mouth

Nadine had not taken the stockings off. That was the request.

She was thirty-three. Felix was forty-four, on his knees, and the thing he wanted was not complicated. Nylon on his tongue. The gusset, if she allowed it. Then her cunt, with the stocking still in his mouth so he had to work around it.

"Open," she said.

She fed him the foot of the stocking, sheer and warm from her leg. He sucked it. His cock jumped, untouched. Nadine watched, pleased, and pulled the stocking out wet.

"Now the one I wore. Taste it. Then you can lick me."

He took the gusset in his mouth and groaned like a man given a private religion. She let him have it, then sat and pulled the nylon aside. His tongue found her clit. She came with the stocking hanging from his lips. Then she stroked him with her foot, nylon on skin, and told him to come on the stocking, not the rug. He did. She made him kiss the wet nylon before she let him up.

"Same pair next time," she said. "Don't wash them."

Nadine kept the pair. Felix knelt the next night and she fed him the same stocking, unwashed, and watched his cock leak while he sucked nylon. She sat on his face with the stocking in his mouth and came twice. Then she stroked him with her foot until he came on the sheer fabric, and made him lick it. He asked to keep them in his pocket. She said no, they live here, you visit them. He visited on Thursday. She was already wet from knowing he would have the gusset on his tongue before he had her. He did. She came with nylon between his teeth and called that the correct order.

Felix stopped asking to take the stockings home. He knelt, took the nylon, licked the gusset, and waited for her cunt like a man with a liturgy. Nadine came on his tongue. She came again with the stocking in his mouth and her heel on his shoulder. He came on the sheer pair and licked them clean. She said Thursday. He was early. She was already wet. The correct order held. Nylon, then clit, then his come on the stocking, then a kiss if he had been good. He was good. She kissed him with the taste of herself and detergent-that-was-not on his mouth.

Nadine wore them to the shops and came home wet at the gusset on purpose. Felix knelt in the hall and took the foot in his mouth before his coat was off. She let him suck nylon, then the gusset, then her clit, and came standing with a hand in his hair. He came on the stocking when she put her foot on his cock. She made him lick it and then fucked him with the nylon still on, a ridiculous shiny frame. Thursday held. So did the rule about not washing them. He said they tasted like her day. She said that was the fetish, said plainly. He kissed the nylon and meant the thank you.

Felix dreamed about nylon and woke hard. Nadine met him at the door with the pair in her hand. He took the gusset in his mouth in the hall and groaned. She came on his tongue in the kitchen. He came on the stocking on the rug. She did not wash them. Thursday was a lock on the calendar. He said the fetish was the order. She said the fetish was his face when the nylon hit his tongue. Both were true. She wore them under a dress to dinner and texted him a photo of the gusset after. He replied with a time and the word open. She was.

Nylon first, then her clit, then his come on the stocking. She did not wash them. He did not ask her to. Thursday stayed locked.