Nailed in the morning

Several hours after dawn finally broke, Paul gently stirred and could see his lovely girl looking as contented as she did over a decade ago when really going deep into her ‘depravity training’ as she called it.

The pure euphoria and transcendence she experienced was always something he found truly stupendous and divine. He definitely did enjoy his side of things but looking at her resting so peacefully and remembering back to her truly blissful state before she passed out was something he treasures and enjoyed watching. Seeing her there, even after all these years, she was truly a blessing he was amazed to behold.

He reached out to caress his lovely pet, yet as he did, he noticed an odd brightness on his hands in the midday Sun. Extending beyond his fingers were plastic nails not natural to his layout. A sudden panic ran over him as he realized his sleeping, beautiful sub never caught the feminine attachments and he needed to make sure she didn’t see a broken illusion.

With his heart pounding and trying not to breathe as to wake the slumbering sexpot, he slowly tried to slide out along the covers. In a panic-stricken mind, he quietly grabbed his phone and padded naked into the restroom to reach out to Katie to figure out the best way to get these things off to hide them from Molly. He remembered Molly having to do some sort of soak with something to get them off; he wasn’t even sure if Molly had any of those around or what to look for.

In order to avoid making extra noise, Paul worked to type out a text to Katie hoping she wasn’t out on some Sunday brunch; he had to practically flatten his fingers just to get the pads to touch without clicking the nails on the screen.

After typing out a few messages, he figured he should wait for her to respond before appearing as **** as he was. As he waited for some sort of help or assistance, he stared down at the offending nails examining how they fit on his fingers.

Examining them and how they felt, he was thinking back about seeing Molly rub hands with nails like that over his body during sessions in the past. He could remember back to her rubbing them over her own skin; holding up her tits, twisting her nipples. Reaching up to him as she bobbed her head up and down his nob; staring up at him longingly while she massaged up and down his shaft.

At that moment, he realized all the mental replays were driving circulation into his rod. Thinking about her late night reaching out to him, rubbing up and down and yet here his smooth cock still stood rigid after recently being so satisfied.

Setting his phone on the counter to wait, he reached out with his hand to feel his stiffening rod. While the smoothness of his crotch, denude of hair follicles, felt foreign, the view of the pretty French nails wrapping around his cock grabbing his velvet skin exhumed very familiar and exciting memories of Molly’s manual ministrations of his cock.

Closing his eyes and moving his left hand up & down his cock, visions of His cumslut kneeling before him came to mind. Focusing on this thought, his hand slowly started moving, spreading pre-cum over his shaft. Looking down it was almost like a disembodied hand of a slut rubbing up and down his cock. Faster and faster, he built up pressure inside of him. Eyes closed he rolled his head back about to release.

Suddenly, his heightened haze was interrupted by the cacophony of his phone vibrating on the bathroom counter reverberating against the tile of the room threatening to wake the entire neighborhood. He quickly stops what he is doing and reaches for the phone to silence it before it awakens his mate.

Fumbling with his phone, he finally unlocks it enough to read Katie’s reply:

Paul: if ur around I need som hlp.

Paul: wok up n still hav nails on. how remov?

Katie: OMG! I get out of church and this is what I have to be greeted by? Plz tell me you took them off before she saw them. I don’t need to be consoling her today.

Paul: no she hasnt seen them yt. How do I get tem of?

Katie: WTF?!? Its almost lunch time and you still haven’t removed them?? What have you been doing all morning?

Paul didn’t even know she attended church let alone causing turmoil after it.

Paul: slpt in. She stil slep. Fx nals?

Katie: either you're panicking or really having issues with those nails. Never seen you txt as bad as teenie bopper.

Paul: Plz hlp

Just then, Paul heard a stirring outside the bathroom. “Hun,” Molly called out, “you almost done in there? I think I need a moment.”

“uh, just a minute,” responded trying to hide his panic.

Paul: SHEES UP!! HLP!!!

Katie: Good lord. Chill out!

Paul: Sry. Plz hlp

Katie: you know a real sadist would tell you it will be at least an hour before I can be there with special soak and can have the lacquered nails off after about 30 minutes.

Paul: HOUR??? SOAK??? SHTTT

Paul stood up in a near panic and began pacing; heart pounding.

Katie: LoL I told you chill, hon.

Katie: Those are just press on nails. They should pull right off. Try that?

Paul looked at it with astonishment. Grabbing the thumb nail on his right hand, he twisted it and after some **** it popped off with a little goo behind.

Paul: OMG!! THat worked!!! Thank u!

Paul set the phone down and started to pull the nails off ignoring the short buzz of his phone.

After finishing his right hand, he was surprised to see the contrast the nails made between his two hands. Apparently, his little friend never really went down earlier and was still posting straight out. Looking down he slowly grasped his cock with his remaining nailed hand, mesmerized by the feminine look of his remaining temporary nails and slowly began manipulating himself.

“Hon? You okay?” Molly called out.

Paul willed himself to stop and twisted off the remaining nails, “oh, ya, sorry, hun.” Balling the pile of nails up in his fist and headed out.

As he opened the door, his anxious wife was standing at the door, “thanks!” she responded before moving forward and running into his outstretched pole. “Uh, really, Sir?? I uh can’t. Please in a moment” and she dove into the restroom before relieving herself.

Paul took a quick breath and grabbed a shirt & shorts, heading to take care of breakfast. Once in the kitchen, he wrapped the nails up in a paper towel and tossed them in the bin with a sigh of relief.