Fetish for nylon. The Barber shop. Bill The Barber

When they had arrived at the Barber shop that evening Bill the Barber had looked quite dapper with his oily slicked back hair and long thin sideburns. His shiny narrow black Tricel fibre tie was firmly knotted in a little hard glossy triangle between the small stiff collar of is slippery white Bri nylon shirt. The sleeves of his shiny dark blue Bri nylon overall jacket were three quarter length leaving the big white double cuffs of his nylon shirt splendidly on show. The shiny mesh cuff links gleamed, as did the slender chrome tie pin that held the slippery tie in place against the front of his smooth nylon shirt. His tight black mohair suit trousers shone almost as much as the black nylon socks and sharply pointed black shoes he was wearing. The other part of the suit, the shiny black mohair jacket, hung from a plastic hanger and was displayed theatrically on a white metal coat stand with large coloured plastic balls decorating it. The yellow walls of the Barber shop were hung with black framed Brylcreem adverts and a calendar with a picture of a woman in a nylon bikini holding a beach ball. Now, as he stood up after licking the spunk off their boots, Bill's face and side burns were slick with cum and spit, and spunk dribbled from his mouth. His tie had become loose but the top button of his bri nylon shirt still remained tightly fastened and the stiff nylon collar was splattered with cum. The shiny black tie and nylon shirt front were coated with Vic's cum, and stuck to Bills' hairy chest revealing the nylon string vest underneath. The shiny nylon jacket had slipped half off his shoulders displaying his large hard nipples poking through the smooth nylon shirt, and the diamond pattern of his nylon vest underneath. The smart shiny black suit trousers were saturated in his own spunk and his fat dripping cock hung out of the fly dribbling more spunk down the inside of his thigh. He was a fucking pig alright thought Terry as he looked at him. He had looked very much like this the day the Bikers came into the shop, or at least he did when they'd finished with him. There had been six of them and he had eagerly sucked each one of their greasy pricks as they spat on him and unloaded their Biker slime into his hungry mouth. It had taken all afternoon to satisfy them, and during the course of the violent abuse they gave him the place had been completely trashed. Bill didn't mind, he actually got off on the v******e and destruction. The place had needed redoing anyway so apart from the expense of the damage and having to remain closed for a week it was all well worth it to Bill. He was in pig heaven as the six filthy Bikers took out their aggression on the place and him. Constantly calling him a cunt and a cock sucker. They had all fucked him, and by the time the last one had dumped his hot load in the slop that his mates had left in his cunt, the first one was ready again with another load of Biker spunk to pump into his mouth. It was one of the best experiences of Bill's life and he often wished the Bikers would return, with even more of their mates to abuse him again. He had recounted variations the story many times to Vic as he was cutting his hair, and the details never failed to get Vic's cock leaking in readiness for the blow job that Bill always gave him afterwards. And Vic wasn't the only one of Bill's customers who enjoyed the story, and would come in for more than just a hair cut. In fact there was hardly a week that went by without Bill getting his nylon shirt splattered with cum by at least one of his customers. As Vic drove Terry back to his flat he told him all this, punctuating the story with obscenities and graphic detail and descriptions of the Bikers. Terry listened intently as they drove along while slowly rubbing his hand between his legs. He certainly wouldn't have believed the story if he hadn't met Bill for himself and he could hardly wait for the next time that his hair needed cutting...... What would happen, he wondered, if the bikers showed up when he was there.......?