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Satin

By: Hea_2_sta



Satin knew he was heading her way. He had called her earlier before she had gotten home to leave a short and to the point message on her answering machine saying, "Be ready at midnight. I will be there." He left no name and no return number cause he didn't have to. She knew his voice anywhere. 

The anger and resentment she felt at his domination made her want to leave the house to make sure she missed their appointment, But then the lust and slight fear of punishment made her slowly get ready to accept him. 

Satin always had been an independent woman till she had met her Master a year ago. He had come into her life when relationships with other men seems to boring to even try to find anyone more then an occasional sex partner. She had meet him at a party, feeling his eyes watching her as she had fun with her friends and teased all the men around without caring about their feelings. Her attitude toward men made her pity them, which caused her teasing to sometimes be almost out of out of control, usually ending up with a male or two calling her " Bitch" that night. 

She had known he was there all night watching her, she had seen him talking to a few people here and there but he never seemed to take his eyes off her for two long. In her mind she knew he was her prize of the night to crush. She was waiting for him to make the move to come to her. Although she had hesitation cause for some reason in the back of her mind that night she had felt shivers of fear warning her that this man wasn't the same as others. Every once in awhile goosebumps would appear on her skin as she was talking to her friends and she knew his eyes were only on her. It even surprised her he never approached her. Just watched. 

Finally after a while of feeling tension and excitement Coursing through her and her not knowing how to handle it by this mans attention, she excused herself to go to the bathroom. She had slowly walked out of the room never looking around to see if any one knew she was leaving, but she knew he was watching her, which made her quicken her step to escape. She chided herself for feeling weak and vulnerable of a man watching her, but then again she knew deep down he wasn't like other men. 

Making her way down the hallway to the private bedroom of her best friend, Satin walked in and closed the door, taking a deep breath and feeling safe for a moment. Satin looked around the quiet room and noticed her friends bed. Her huge bed took up most of the room but it was so beautiful that she could see why her friend bought it. It was a canopy with deep dark wood and lace to cover the top and also the thick blankets where you lay. The urge to lay on it was almost to much to resist but Satin had not wanted to mess up the perfection of it by wrinkling it. Sighing to herself she walked away from the door and headed in the bathroom around to the other side of the room, passing the bed as she gave one last long look at it before walking in the bathroom and shutting the door. 

To escape the party that night had been a must cause she had wanted to be alone and dwell on her boredom, so being in the bathroom away from everyone she felt she could grab a few moments of solitude. Her boredom with everything at that time had been concerning her for awhile. She didn't know if she would be able to shake herself out of it and it seemed to be affecting every part of her life. Even that night she remembered being bored at her friends party, which at one time she would have enjoyed herself immensely. Hence teasing the men almost to the point of anger on their part. 

As she was lost in thought she hadn't heard the bedroom door open or close shut. Most of it cause she had had the water running to where finally when she had turned it off everything seemed normal. Drying her hands off with the towel next to her on the rack. , Satin looked at herself in the mirror and took another deep breath to rejoin the party, already thinking of what excuse she could give to leave early

Opening the door to the darken bedroom, she reached over and clicked off the light. making the bedroom so dark it was to hard to see. Satin stood still and let her eyes adjust to her darken surroundings. Suddenly feeling goosebumps lift up on her skin, causing her to shiver. 

Blinking her eyes quickly to see what gave her a sudden fear, she finally was able to make out a shadow in the corner of the room. It had been a man. A tall man. 

A lump had formed in her throat as she quickly looked over at the door for escape, feeling fear of the intruder. 

Finally he spoke

"Seems you needed some time for yourself Satin"

She looked quickly back at him wondering who he was talking to. Confused and unable to talk, she looked behind her as if she expected someone to be standing in the doorway of the bathroom named Satin. Seeing no one of course she realized again she was alone with a strange man in a room far away from the party. Her fear built up to where she looked back around to him and watched him as she slowly started to ease toward the door. 

He watched her make a few steps before speaking again. 

"Its locked. It will take you a moment to open it before you can escape Satin. "

That made her stop in her tracks wondering why he used the word "escape" and why he kept calling her Satin. 

She just stared at him for a moment as she felt like a mouse under a cats watch. This finally making her angry for making her feel weak and scared. 

"My name is NOT Satin, " she told him as she lifted her head to stare at him in the eyes. 

He looked at her for a moment then to her surprise she could make out a slight twitch in his mouth as he replied. 

"It is Now. "

Rage went through her at his statement. His audacity made her want to strike him but she was smart enough to know not to move cause his size was clearly bigger then hers. She looked quickly at the door as she took another step toward it. 

"What's wrong Satin? Do you want to rejoin the party to play with those men again that seems to give you so much power?"

She was so mad she couldn't answer him, wanting to leave him and the party as soon as possible. She wouldn't admit to herself though that he was right about her playing with the other men and the power it gave her, she just wanted out. She finally reached the door and put her hands on the door knob turning it and pulling it as quickly as she could. He hadn't lied. It was locked. 

Fumbling with the little lock on the door knob her hands began to sweat which made it more difficult to turn. She almost cried out in frustration but went suddenly still when she felt his heat from his body on her back. 

"Your like a prey, breathing heavy and scared as the hawk watches you from the sky aren't you Satin. Your scared to move yet scared to stay. Your pupils are probably dilated and your heart is beating a mile a minute. I bet your emotions are so mixed up you cant even define what they are. But I can for you Satin. I can make you understand yourself better. " he stated as she felt warm air hit her hair along her ear as he slightly whispered to her. 

"You are scared, angry, aroused and violent. Then realization comes that there is no where to go and this makes you almost insane, but you know there is no escape. In this case you know I have the power now and there is nothing you can do and it slowly starts to dawn on you. Causing a lump in your throat cause you rather die then admit that really you don't want to escape. " he continued as his hands lifted to come to her sides lightly holding her as she couldn't breath from his words and his touch. Every nerve ending in her body came alive as she felt his hands on her so big and warm. Holding her there. 

Still feeling anger of losing control of the situation she started to wiggle to get away from him, even though her body was reacting to his touch. She knew at that moment he was the man watching her all night. Although she cant figure out just how she knew, it seemed her body did. 

"Stop wiggling" he commanded to her softly but sternly. 

For some reason she stopped, surprised at how he commanded her so easily, then she slowly started to understand. He was right she didn't want to leave, she wanted to know what he was going to do next. With this realization she bowed her head. 

"You made the right choice Satin" he praised her as he accepted her submission. 

She still fought with herself in her mind about giving into him so easily. She knew she wouldn't be like this everyday to any man. In her mind she rationalized it that she would never see him again and accepted it better to be commanded this one time. 

He slowly moved his hands down her waist to her hips, a jolt went through her as she felt herself moisten. In her mind she kept saying over and over, " how is this happening so fast, I don't even know this man" but her body was her betrayer. taking over as he kept moving his hands down her hips to her thighs. 

"Don't think about it Satin, cause we both know your body will make the choice" he whispered to her as if reading her mind. This shocked her making her resist some by wiggling again. 

"I said Satin, don't move. " he commanded a little louder in her ear gripping her thighs to him as she shook her head in a NO direction. She wanted this to stop she told herself although her hips lightly started to grind on him. 

"Its no use Satin, we both know where this is going, accept and enjoy, you know this is what you have been wanting all night. " he told her as his hands reached under her skirt to feel her soft warm thighs. 

"No " she said weakly trying to fight her urges to allow him to take over but her body was being the more powerful as she felt her pussy start to get even more wet. 

"Yes " he replied back as he continued to move his hands up inside her skirt bringing his fingers toward the front and skim over her panties. 

"Please " she said trying to put one more effort in stopping him. , although it dawned to her she now didn't want him to stop any more, even if she had to say it to make her accept better. 

He laughed lightly as his fingers moved down in between her legs to feel over her panties at her pussy. 

"And I will Satin, I will please you as you will want to please me. "

She felt goosebumps rise again as she shivered from his words. Lost in the feeling of being taken over. She didn't feel like an independent woman any more, she felt like a basic animal letting the male play with her and do as he pleased. This excited her like nothing before has. 

"Unbutton your blouse Satin and slip it off" he told her

Slowly without words or resistance she moved her hands up to do as he told her. Unbuttoning each button and finally slipping it off to let it fall to the floor. 

"Now your bra" he continued to command. The whole time his fingers working over her panties to trace her pussy lips and the band of the panties to the side. He was driving her crazy and she was willing to do anything to feel his fingers slid under the panties to her pussy. 

She quickly unhooked her bra from the front and slipped it off letting it meet her shirt on the floor. Her hands moved back down to her sides as she waited for what he was going to do next. 

"Now Satin I want you to do two things for me and I want this done with out a word said. Do you understand?" he asked

She shook her head cause she couldnt have spoken even if he asked her to. Her body was so turned on and her pussy was throbbing so bad she knew she would do ANYTHING he wanted just to get release. Noticing again her accepting what he said he went on. 

"I want you to lift your hands up and hold then over your head on the door, and spread your legs. You will Not move from this position no matter what do you understand?"

She quickly shook her head in the yes motion and moved her body in the position he wanted, noticing her ass was stuck out further for him to play with, making her pussy more available to him. 

He watched her and she could almost feel his satisfaction at her submission which surprised her that it made her feel so good. 

"Next thing is NO matter what I say you will agree and you will NOT disobey me. Do you understand?"

This caused her to hesitate as a little bit of sanity came over her. He noticed her resistance and moved his hands over her pussy lips adding a little more pressure making her moan as tingles went through her body

"Do you Understand?" he repeated

Bowing her head yet again she shook it giving her submission. 

"Good Girl" he replied as he moved his fingers to the edge of her panties to slide one then two fingers inside feeling her soft hair and warm skin. She moaned and closed her eyes. 

He reached down with his head and kissed softly on her neck as she moved it to the side to give him better access to it. His mouth was so warm making her shudder as his hands moved slowly toward her pussy lips. He started to bite her neck softly as he met his target under her panties and slid his fingers up and down the lips making her moan. Hearing her moan he growled as he slid a finger in between her lips feeling her moist pussy and skimming over the top of her clit. He fingers soaked with her pussy juice. 

Her nipples became hard as she felt her body tingle from him playing with her clit. She moaned as she felt them harden like she never felt before. 

"Spread your legs more" he told her as he moved his finger down more to slid it near the opening of her vagina. 

She quickly did as she was told making it easier to for him to slid his finger in her pussy. Her nails sliding down the door some over her head. 

He quickly moved his hand away from her pussy to slap her on the ass for moving her hands above her head. 

"Do not. . . . move Satin" he whispered roughly in her ear as she stood still in shock from the slight pain and his voice of his displeasure. 

The hurt she felt which caused her eyes to water some was only a little from the pain but it was in making his disappointed in her more. She stood still immediately, Hoping he wasn't so displeased in her that he would stop. 

Making her wait a moment in punishment he didn't continue doing anything, just stood there behind her silently. She stood silent too cursing herself in her mind for not doing as he said. 

"Do you want me to continue Satin " he asked

She couldn't speak she was scared she might not say what he wants to hear. 

"Answer me Satin. . . do you want me to continue" he asked her with more authority in his voice

She shook her head quickly in the yes motion hoping that was what he wanted. 

"Then Beg me satin, plead with me to continue" he said

She stood completely still not knowing if she could do as he told her. she has never begged in her life for anything and the lump he told her she would have was forming in her throat. She knew she stood before this man aroused half naked with her pussy wet and her nipples hard with wanting him herself vulnerable, but the words would make it final, and she didn't know if she could do this. 

"Beg me satin or I leave you like this" he told her as he slowly started to back away from her, which she felt from the cool air hitting her back. 

Her pride went away quickly as she felt fear of him leaving her

"Please fuck me. . . please" she begged out loud to him hoping again this is what he wanted to hear. 

"Louder Satin. . . beg me Louder" he stated

With a shaky voice and a willing soul she stated louder " Please fuck me"

A moment of silence went by before he accepted what she said

"Good Girl" he replied as she heard a slight sound of his zipper come down

Her pussy throbbed harder as she heard the zipper go down and the soft sound of his pants falling to the floor. 

She felt him move again to her feeling his warmth as it hit her back, his hands moving to lift her skirt quickly above her waist as he positioned his cock next to her ass cheeks. The heat from it almost made Satin faint as waited for what she has been wanting all night. cause now she realised this was what she wanted. 

Moving the head of his cock to the opening over her pussy as her juices slicked it up he grabbed her hips to position her to accept him. He teased her by playing with the opening of her pussy, the soft head moving just a little in and out as she moaned desperately for him to slid it in her. 

With the tip of his cock moist from her he paused, leaned his head down to her neck and softly bit her as He pushed every bit of his cock inside her in one quick motion, Making her scream out as he filled her completely up making no room for anything but him. Holding her tight he slammed in and out of her as she tried to breath. Her moans becoming loud as she felt herself build quickly. 

She had never felt this kind of animalistic sex. It made her wild and made her want to cum quickly and hard. 

He pumped her hard as she lost her sight and closed her eyes, her body going places she never felt before as he held her roughly slamming in and out of her. Her breast moved up and down quickly from the power of the motion he was putting on her. She finally couldn't even moan any more as he relentlessly moved behind her. Her ass cheeks taking a beating from his hips. She felt herself building harder as her body got ready to cum. She could feel him start to swell too when all of a sudden on the brick he stopped and pulled her close to his body holding her tight. 

"What is your name" he demanded with a harsh whisper

Confusion took over as she told him her given name

He moved slowly a little out of her as he demanded again

"NO. . . what is your name"

Feeling fear at not saying the right answer she paused as her mind cleared just a little to give him what he wanted. 

"Satin " she whispered brokenly for her breathing was coming fast " Satin" she stated again to make sure he heard. 

With her answer he slid back in some but didn't continue to move. Her body crying out for release almost in pain as she groaned with agony wanting him to give her this release. 

Very slowly he moved his lips next to her ear and asked

"Who is your Master Satin" with a whisper. 

It all dawned on her then what was happening, this was not to be a one time fuck for her this was to be his game for as long as he wanted. She was to be his. She felt her heart swell and her body tingle as she thought of what giving her self would be for her from now on. She knew he was serious and although it slightly scared her she knew she had no control cause this is what she has been waiting for. 

With a bowed head again she opened her mouth to say the words that has changed her life since then

"You are my Master" she said loud enough to please him

With that statement he pushed all the way inside her and pumped in her as he held her tightly. Which was good cause her legs were so weak they wouldn't have been able to hold herself up Her body screamed with sexual gratification as it felt its Master take control and allow her to finally make its release. She could hear in her ear as he breathed hard making them both have pleasure beyond belief while he pumped his cock in her. Her body was ready as she again felt him swell. he pushed harder and harder to where again she couldn't breath, her last moan came when he told her with no uncertainty 

"Cum NOW Satin"

With those words her pussy throbbed and her legs heated up as she felt jolts go through her body. She felt him explode inside her as they came together. Nothing or no one was on their minds as he pumped all his cum in her making her really his. Her pussy tightening on his cock to suck what he was giving her. Finally sucking him dry. 

One last pump and he leaned against her as she was pushed to the door to hold them up. Both gathering their breath they stood there for a moment, with him finally gathering his senses first. He moved his hands up from her waist to grab her breast softly and squeeze as he nibbled softly on her neck. Her eyes still closed she moaned from her breast being touched as he moved his fingers over the nipples. 


Satin and Bruises



My Dom came to me on a cold winter's day. He was frozen to the bone yet could not keep his clothes on. I insisted on removing them myself, since I relished having any contact with his body. I stood there in a black satin slip trimmed in beige lace as I undressed him slowly. A smile came across my face as I felt his eyes on me, watching my every movement; adoringly. He stood there, his beautiful naked body inches from mine and crawled into my bed. I slipped in beside him and wrapped my body around his, enveloping him in my warmth. As I felt loved in his arms, I cherished him in mine. 

As soon as he warmed up, he walked to the dresser and picked up a bag of clothespins. These had been my request, so I was naturally pleased to see that he wanted to play with them. He pulled the covers down off of me and bent my knees up to spread my legs. I began to tremble in anticipation of the unexpected. My Dom then took one of the clothespins and pinched my inner thigh. The pain was minimal but throbbing. I took slow deep breaths to keep still. He added another one, then another, and another until they were lined up my inner thigh. I had closed my eyes and was focusing on my breathing, trying to stay calm, not resisting the pain that now was flowing through me. It would have ruined the experience to attempt to block the sensation out. This pain was a gift from him, for which I was thankful. As my mind was focused on the pinching of my flesh, I felt the clothespins quickly ripped off. I dropped my head back as I took a deep, loud inhale. The withdrawal of them sent a shock of white heat through my body. 

As soon as I composed myself, I looked at my Dom, and the excitement on his face was indescribable. He loved to watch me suffer, to endure his agony. This, of course, was not the end. He then began to line my lower stomach with pins. My pain threshold had been heightened and yet remained calm. I moaned slightly but kept still and silent. Once again, my Dom ripped them off at once. My body jumped in reaction to the sting. I looked down slowly to see a wide smile on my Dom's face. He told me how much he loved me, and that is certainly the greatest reward I could receive. 

He crawled on top of me and rested his weight on my body. I loved feeling so close to him after my senses had been excited, it was like feeling more alive. He lowered his head down to my shoulder. I felt him open his mouth wide to receive me. His lips pressed into my skin and I closed my eyes sinking into the feeling that was sending a wave a heat through my body. As soon as I relaxed, I felt his teeth sink deep into my flesh and a white hot pain coursed through my bones. He viciously dug his teeth into my shoulder, sliding bone against bone. He sucked my flesh in his mouth hard and I wrapped my arms around him pressing his body closer to mine for support. His mouth is unmerciful. I was more than pleased to endure his jaws' powerful grip and pulled his roughly against me trying to stay still and quiet for him. It was agony. He finally released me and he had left a large deep purple welt on my shoulder, a mark of his kiss. I loved how he marked is territory with his mouth, and how days later the evidence of our interaction is still evident in my flesh. It is as though he not only leaves a lasting effect on my heart, but on my body as well. 

I took some deep breaths to recover as he moved down my body and tenderly licked my throbbing wet cunt. My mind was faint with all the sensations of the pain of my shoulder and the pleasure of his soft tongue. I felt him lift his weight off of me, and a quick slap fell onto my pussy. My body jumped with the shock. I left myself completely vulnerable to him to abuse as he wished, and he certainly utilized it to his advantage. He came back down on me and his tongue began licking me again. He felt incredible and I could feel my juices running down my lips. Again, I felt a rough slap on an already swollen and sensitive pussy. He came down once again and blessed my cunt with his mouth. I love him.

He told me to stand up and bend over my cage. It had been entirely too long since I'd felt the kiss of his whip on my body. I tentatively placed my hands on the top of my cage and bent over. He had me spread me legs out and bend further down. With every smack of the whip on my backside, he was to hear how much I loved him. I hated when he made me do this. I hated hearing my own voice tremble as he whipped me. I hated having to focus on a task while I was already concentrating on keeping my body still and quiet. But I did this because I would do anything for him. His long black leather whip struck my ass and I told him that I loved him. Over and over again I was beaten, slowly increasing intensity. I could hear my own voice become monotone trying to shut my mind off and just feel, but he scolded me to sound like I meant it. Louder and more genuine my voice became. After numerous strikes on my flesh, I could hear my voice crack and get louder out of desperation. I was feeling the pain of the whip. A whimpering sob soon followed, and I screamed to him how much I loved him. He set down the whip and wrapped his arms around me from behind as I cried. 

He pulled my body to move me to my bed but my mind did not register him. All I could do was cry. He lifted me up gently and walked me to the bed where he laid with me and held me safely in his arms. There is no greater reward than being held by him after my body had been screaming in pain. I could feel my ass radiating with heat and I could barely lay on it was so raw. I felt so loved being held by him. He caressed me and kissed me lovingly, telling me how much he loved me. There is no sweeter moment, and this is why I would do anything to please him. 

I rested there, barely able to move or to think as I felt him climb on top of me. He rested his hard cock on top of my pussy, merely inches from plunging it inside of me. He did not move it. I could feel his heat on me and my body ached for him. He looked into my eyes deeply, knowing I wanted him so desperately to fuck me, enjoying the site of my struggle. The desire was too much to take and tears welled up in my eyes and ran down my cheeks. I wanted him so bad that I cried for his cock, and a soft smile formed across his face, pleased with my tears of lust for him. He grinded into me gently and moved down my body to lick the trail of precum he lad left on my skin. He rested his body back onto me and plunged his tongue covered with his juices into my mouth. He tasted and felt incredible and I melted under him. He is so perceptive of my needs, and knows how I love to be teased. I kissed him passionately, sucking his lips eagerly into my mouth, tasting his tongue with mine. I had finally earned his cock. Although I was weakened by my beating, I was able to move my body against him as he fucked me. I live to be fucked by him. My body belongs to him.

After I was well used, I got up and cooked for him. This is one of my favorite ways to serve him. I can feel myself getting wet just by standing in the kitchen and cooking for him. I pay such attention to detail, because everything should be perfect for him. This attention shows him how devoted I am to pleasing him. I also get to sit next to him, and feed him lovingly. I wish I could always take care of him, and serve him, nothing makes me happier. After he and I had finished eating, He told me to put on some high, spiked heels. I was still wearing my black satin slip and buckled on 4" high purple stilettos that wrapped around my ankle. He asked me to walk back and forth in front of him, parading myself for him. He takes such pleasure in watching me. He told me crouch down and crawl into my cage. 

I obediently obeyed and crawled in, leaving my ass out slightly and bending obscenely forward, exposing myself to him. I listened as he stood up and took his whip again. My knees were bent and spread wide open. I grabbed the bars on the inside of the cage for support, and lowered myself onto my elbows. I felt the first smack of the whip across my already sore backside. I muffled my moans and kept my eyes closed to focus on the moment. The sting was not too terrible, and he could see that I was enduring it well, so he took the whip and struck my exposed pussy sharply. I could not control myself from withdrawing my hips to get away from it. The pain was too much. I slowly lowered by body back down sticking myself out again, presenting myself to him, trying to recover as he continued torturing me. Again, I felt the hit of the whip on my tender pussy lips. I could not handle it and began breathing and moaning loudly needing some kind of release. I heard him walk around the cage and stand above me, looking through the bars down at me. I turned my body to look at him. He had the sweetest expression on his face, as though he truly adored me. I smiled gently up at him. We have such an unspoken connection, and I love being his pet. 

He told me to come out of my cage and get my vibe. He sat back in my chair and I walked over to him, handing him my vibe. He told me to bend over and rest my hands on my bed, so that my pussy was available to him. I obeyed. I felt the cold tip of my vibe as he pushed the head of it into my cunt slowly. I spread my legs a little wider to receive it. I was such a fucking slut, my cunt was so eager for attention. I heard him turn on the vibe, and the hum sent a warm, soothing sensation through me. He began to slowly fuck me with it, and I could feel my pussy get warm and begin to ache with how good he felt. It never felt as good when I masturbated with it as when he teased me with it. I bent my body down lower and I could feel my cunt juices drip down my thighs. If he would have continued, I would have cum, but he pushed it in deeper and asked for me to hold it in place. 

I closed my legs and held the humming vibe in me as he stood up and positioned himself in front of me on my bed. He slid down so that I was bent over his hard cock. He told me to suck him. I gratefully stuck my tongue out and began licking him smoothly. I licked over his balls, then up his shaft until I wrapped my lips around his head. I lowered my head onto him and began sucking him generously. I tried not to move too much as to keep the vibe inside me. I bobbed my head slowly, licking him feverishly within my mouth, tasting him, savoring him, worshiping him. 

His cock was so hard and felt so fucking good in my mouth and down my throat. He told me to stop, and he reached around me and pulled the vibe out of me. He told me to lay on my back on the bed. I crawled over to him and positioned my body below his. At this point, my entire body was shaking from excitement. I had been thoroughly teased and my body seemed to be writhing on its own with desire. I felt my Dom's cock inside me and he began to fuck me gently. I let my head drop back as I took such delight in feeling consumed by him. I opened my eyes to watch him reach for the clothespins. I held my breath for a moment nervous at what would happen next. He continued to thrust his cock into me as he pinched each one of my nipples with a clothespin. I looked up at him, and unspeakable whimper was all over my face. I attempted to brace myself for the inevitable removal of them while still enduring the sharp pain they inflicted on my tender nipples.

I watched as he went to grab them and I closed my eyes. In one fluid movement, he ripped them off of me, pulling my flesh. My body jumped with the sting and a loud gasp escaped my lips as he continued to fuck me. I took a deep breath and opened my eyes to see my Dom's face. He was so overjoyed, and a wide devious smile painted his handsome face. He had never looked so excited. Of course once was not enough, so I prepared myself for him as he reattached the clothespins. There was so much going on. I could hardly stay conscious. I tried to keep my eyes open and fixated on his. The intensity that was in his eyes sent chills through my body. I watched as he slowly reached for the clothespin. He quickly tore one off. My whole body reacted with the pinch. He reached for the other one, and I closed my eyes to brace myself. I felt the rough pull of it and I moaned loudly from pain. I was confused why there had been no feeling of relief. I looked down and saw that he merely twisted it. He loved catching me off guard, making the sensation stronger, toying with me. He is so wonderful to me. He saw a smile of understanding come across my face, and he returned it was a sweet smile of his own. In this tender moment, he ripped off the last clothespin and fucked me hard as my body bucked away from the pain. 

This excited him incredibly, so he rolled me over on top of him. I began riding him smoothly. I loved looking over his body as I rode his cock. I ran my hands over his chest and down his stomach as I grinding my cunt on him. I raised my hips slightly feeling his shaft as it plunged into me. I cherished every sensation and began to fuck him faster. I did not realize that we had been fucking for 4 hours before I began to feel my lungs burn and my heart pound in my chest. My Dom offered his hands to me and told me to rest my chest on his hands. Tears flowed from my eyes as I tried to soothe my breathing. Although I could barely breath, I could not stop fucking him. He stopped me occasionally so he would not cum, so that our experience would last longer. I loved that he wanted to fuck me for hours, to use me to exhaustion; I am no doubt his devoted cock slave. 

After a sex marathon, I climbed off of him. I had no strength left in my body and my mind was liquefied, but still I needed more. In my euphoric state, I had felt my Dom insert two fingers into my hungry wet pussy. He began to finger me tenderly, and slipped in one more finger, then a forth. I needed him in me; I needed to cum for him. I had begged for his fist, but wanted his mouth as well. I was in such an incoherent state, I didn't know what I wanted, and I just knew I needed some kind of release. I felt him massaging me from inside, and then lick my clit sweetly. I moaned loudly with how incredible he felt. His tongue flicked and teased my clit light and quick fueling my desire and his fingers worked quickly inside me. My entire body melted from his touch and I rolled my hips to receive him. I could feel an overwhelming tension build up in me and I screamed for permission to cum. He granted my request and I came so hard for him. My entire body bucked and I moaned loudly, calling his name as my last ounce of energy shot through me and out of me. 

I laid there peacefully as he climbed up to join me. I rested my head on his shoulder and placed my hand on his chest, being soothed by his heat and the rhythm of his heart beat. I wrapped my leg around him and we drifted off to sleep, intoxicated by our own love and exhausted by our passions for each other. I have never felt closer to someone and so grateful to have them with me. I love being owned by him, and even with no strength left in me, my own desire for him would fuel me to do anything for him.



Satin and Gold



I was 19, working in a small hole in the wall bar and grill as a waitress. I had been living completely on my own for 3 months. It was around Christmas time. It had been quiet all day, with out one customer. The bell over the back door dinged, and I greeted my 2 customers. The gentleman was older, looking like he was having a good night. The girl, a little older than me... gorgeous. She had long, curled up golden locks, beautiful blue eyes, killer smile, tits to die for... oh, and her waist, and backside...mmm... I served them their pirogues and cokes, trying not to drool. They offered me a chair to join them. We talked for about an hour. They got up, and left. A minute later, the gentleman came back in, and handed me a phone number. It was hers! 

 I called her, and January 2nd, we all decided to hang out. The three of us, what an odd set we made. Matt, like I said, older and conservative. Lynn, young and gorgeous, with a normal style with a bad girl twist. Then there was me, petite, wild red curls, a style all my own. We bar hopped for a few hours, slamming shots like it was our duty. Every now and then I could feel Lynn's knee bump mine, I'd get a whiff of her perfume, or a glimpse down her deadly V-neck tee shirt. I melted inside. 

 After a while, we headed back to Matt's. Lynn had her own room there, for when she was up, in town. Just a mattress on the floor, next to a computer desk. As I entered the room, I noticed the floor by the mattress was littered with toys. My heart started pounding, and my legs started to shake. I had never been with a girl before. This girl, I wanted her so bad, I ached for her. 

She grabbed my arms, and pulled me onto her, as we sprawled onto the mattress. I touched her cheek with my right hand, satin. So soft and smooth - perfect. I wrapped my hands up in her golden locks, and took in her mouth. Soft luscious lips, a taste of lust. I tightened my hold on her hair and pulled her head back to reveal that taunting neck. I pressed my mouth against it, and tasted every inch. Delicious. I could smell her natural scent, and her hair, it drove me further into wanting to experience every part of that women. I sat up, bringing her with me. I quickly pulled her tee shirt over her head, and removed her bra, and she followed my lead. We were lying there, just topless. 

 We kissed again, I ran my fingertip over her naked back, up and down, memorizing every inch of it. Tugging at pieces of gold that fell from her head, taking in the amazing softness of her. I ran my fingers over her stomach, and cupped one of her perfect tits. It made me crazy. I wanted to experience more. I took that beautiful taut nipple into my mouth, cupped the breast and tasted the essence of it. I licked it, I sucked it, every inch, every curve. I switched to the other, not to miss one thing I could taste on her. That just made me want her more. I hungrily tore of her jeans, kissing every inch of flesh I could reach while doing it. After I had her lying in front of me, completely naked, I stopped and took her in. Her curves, the colors, the exquisite beauty of what I was allowed to experience. I re-joined her, lying half on, half off of her. I kissed her perfect lips, while cupping my hand over the mound I'd been waiting for. 

  I softly rubbed, not only to gain knowledge of doing it to someone else, but I knew it would drive her nuts. She kissed me, tugged on my perky tits, begging me to release her. I grinned. I laid on her, and slowly, laid a trail of kisses from her forehead to her belly button. I nibbled on her hips, which jutted out, and slowly made it there. I parted her hips, and again, kissed every area but where she wanted - needed- pleaded with me to. I parted her lips, and gave a few short licks. Once I realized that she was squirming and squealing, I dove in. Licked her like the bottom of and ice cream bowl, like she was my last meal. I grabbed a dildo from beside the bed, and moved it in her, to the rhythm of my mouth. She screamed, she twisted, grabbed my hair, and pushed me further into her mound. I felt her stop, and her shakes came. She filled my mouth. I sat up, and she looked at me like she was drunk. We kissed, and slept naked curled up with each other, all night.



Satin Bikini Panties



Stuck in traffic, on my way to the office my phone beeped with a message. Looking down I saw it was my best friend Jay and smiled. It always seemed that when my life got unbearable, he was there for her. Best friend doesn't accurately describe our relationship, but I cannot figure out another way to describe it. 

I smiled at Jay's always familiar question, "Hi my beautiful Alli, what are you wearing?" This time I responded with, "I think it is about time you find out for yourself. I have been so busy with work lately, and I need a break. I am going to ask to take time off for a vacation today. I am going to an undisclosed location, just to get away from it all. You should meet me there." 

Within 48 hours, I had my plane tickets and a reservation for two in a romantic hotel in 2 weeks. 

Preparing for my getaway, I obsessed over what to wear, what perfume to wear... I cut and dyed my hair, had much needed bikini waxing, a manicure, a pedicure, and body massage. I even went to the gym obsessively, just to firm and tighten up my curves. 

Finally after two long weeks of preparation, I am off to a wonderful vacation with Jay. The plane landed and I picked up a rental car and went to our hotel. Checking in, I put a spare key card into an envelope, wrote Jay's name on it and asked the hotel clerk to give it to Jay when he arrived. 

I went up to our room and jumped into the shower. I enjoyed taking the extra time to shave everything and make sure all of my parts were soft and smelled delicious. I curled my long silky brown hair. I slid on a "barely-covering-anything-$200-matching-red-satin bra-and-panty-set". I imagined that I would be incredibly nervous waiting for my Jay, but instead I just felt longing to be in his arms. I wanted Jay with everything that I was, but I also wanted to be with my best friend. 

Having a little free time, I laid out on the bed. Butterflies filled my stomach and a smile played on my face. After a few minutes I heard the key card slide into the lock and the click open. I rolled onto my right side, with my head resting on my right hand. Jay quietly walked into the hotel room. I felt like the air was knocked out of me when Jay walked in wearing a white button down shirt and jeans. Seeing me lying on the bed waiting for him caused him to blush and I could see a beautiful bulge instantly formed in his jeans. Unconsciously, I licked my lips and looked seductively up at Jay. He looked so handsome in the white button down shirt. I was reminded of how Jay chatted about this moment, and what it would be like if it ever happened. Just seeing my Jay made my breasts sensitive and my pink nipples grew hard with anticipation. 

Jay gave I an appraising yet playful look. Enjoying how her hair splayed over her hand. He approached the side of the bed and lightly glided his fingers from my ankle up over my calf to her thigh. Then slipping higher he slipped one finger under the back of my red satin bikini panties along my curvy cheeks. I guessed that Jay approved of my sexy attire. 

Not really believing that Jay, her wonderful Jay was standing there in front of me, I just stared up and grinned at his playful teasing. 

Jay smiled back and slid his finger out to trace them over the back of my red panties. He obviously was enjoying the feel of the satin. My stomach flipped. Jay cocked an eyebrow and traced his index finger down between my legs. I felt his fingers slide over my waiting pussy. I am sure he could feel the outline of my pussy lips through the silky material between her legs.

I almost squeaked at the wave of moisture flooding my panties from Jay's sudden touch. I wondered if that was the reaction from a his touch and what would happen with his penetration. Shaking that thought from my mind, I suddenly felt exposed lying on the bed to Jay. I rolled to my back and arched as I sat up close to Jay. I was silently begging my Jay to touch me. I spread my legs and pulled Jay between them, slowly unbuttoning his shirt as I stared into his beautiful hazel eyes. Spreading my legs, the sudden exposure to the air made the wet satin feel cool against my freshly shaven, sensitive pussy. 

Holding Jay close our hungry lips together. Jay held my head running his fingers thru my curly brown hair. Jay loving studied my face, it has been so long. Slowly he ran his fingers up my well toned triceps as I unbuttoned his shirt. His fingers lightly moved to the back of my neck and into my hair. He leaned down to kiss the top of my head. 

Taking a moment to enjoy being wanted, I closed my eyes at the feel of Jay's fingers in my hair. I would do or give him anything he wanted in this moment. I finished unbuttoning his shirt. I slid my thumbs under the material and slowly run my thumbs over his collarbones and off his masculine shoulders. The warmth of his skin against my fingers causes goose bumps to erupt all over my arms. 

Jay smiled just before my eyes closed. He shrugged out of his shirt as I pulled it down. I then let the shirt slide off his arms one at a time keeping the other hand in my hair. His fingers tangled in my hair, massaging my scalp gently. Once his shirt was off he smiled and pulled my lips to his stomach. 

I wrapped my arms around him and teased his back with my red nails. I gently kissed his firm stomach down to the button of his jeans which I expertly popped open using my teeth. Then, I teasingly opened my mouth over his bulge and blew hot air through his jeans and boxers, while looking seductively up at Jay. 

Jay loved having my arms around him and how I teased him with my fingertips. Jay groaned softly as he felt my teasing kisses. He enjoyed the way I continued to look into his eyes, impressed with how she opened his jeans with her teeth. "I love how you blow Alli". 

I questioningly looked up a Jay before unzipping his pants. Her answer came in a smile as Jay's hand moved from her hair to across her cheek. His thumb sliding over her lips as he leaned down and kissed her gently. 

Gently kissing him back I unzipped his pants and slid them over his butt cheeks. As they slid to his ankles I teased the front of his legs with my long fingernails. I love the way my lips feel as we kiss. Jay's legs erupt in goose bumps. I teasingly lick my lips as his pants come down. He straightened up and lightly brushed his boxer-covered bulge over my bra-clad breasts. I playfully used my hands to squeeze his boxer-covered bulge between my soft ample breasts...all the time smiling up at him.

I reached inside his boxers and wrapped my hand around his swollen hardness. He was stiff and ready for my hungry wet lips. He quietly moaned as I wrapped my hot wet lips around his engorged red cock. Jay kept a tangled hand in my hair and moved the other down to stroke my back. 

Jay smiled and pulled his boxers down slowly, feeling his hot bare cock freed and lightly tapping my sexy cleavage. At the feel of Jay's warm stiff cock on my cold chest, my body grows warm and excited. Goosebumps erupt all over my body. I tilt my head down and softly lick the tip of Jay's perfect cock. He is dripping his clear silky precum form the swollen tip. My tongue licks his delicious salty wetness off the red tip. 

Jay groaned softly as he felt and watched me lick the tip of his hard cock. He held my hair back with one hand and stood up a little so I didn't have to bend as much. His tight balls were now resting on my breasts as the tip of his hardness taps my hungry lips. With his other hand he slid down my chest... into the red satin bra, cupping my breast gently... his thumb sliding over my swollen nipple.

I exhaled as Jay's hand cupped my neglected breast. The rest of my body jealous of the contact. Watching his face I licked around the tip of his cock, then gently I sucked it to taste his delicious precum. I brought my right hand up to the base and gently wrapped my fingers around the bottom of his throbbing shaft. Using my hot wet tongue, spit, and Jay's precum I lubricated his shaft as I gently played with his swollen balls with her other hand. I looked up at Jay as I took him into my mouth and slowly licked the length of his shaft, giving his head a gently suck before licking around the tip again. Jay moaned, Alli, I love you so much. He smiled down as I tilted my chin up a little. His hands moved to my head, fingers and intertwined with my hair as I took his stiff cock into my mouth again. 

I hummed the ABC's as I bobbed up and down, relentlessly massaging the vein on Jay's extremely hard cock. I pulled back and looked up with him with a seductive wink and then my mouth closed over his cock again and I bobbed with an unhurried rhythm on his throbbing shaft. I went slowly enough that he wasn't in too much danger of cumming, but fast and deep enough to keep him pretty close to the edge. It was wonderfully sensual, watching and feeling my lips glide easily up and down his hardness. 

I turned my head slightly from side to side as I sucked, letting my tongue caress the full underside of his swollen cock. 

Jay had been looking into my eyes, until his eyes closed and he pleaded I to stop before he came in my mouth. He tried to move away from my wonderful mouth but he was trapped in the jeans and shoes at his feet. I used this to my advantage and pushed Jay back against the wall as I dropped down to my knees in front of him. Redoubling my efforts I started to take Jay all the way down my throat. Giving into the moment Jay used his hands in my hair to guide me to bob quicker and suck harder. "Mmmmm, Alli, you are my only cock sucker" . I moaned into Jay's beautiful cock. 

As Jay felt himself approaching the point of no return, the muscles in his thighs tightened and his back arched, pushing his cock further into my mouth. I didn't slow down or hesitate as his shaft hardened and swelled to the bursting point. My lips continued their velvety-smooth caressing of his member even as his balls tightened and then unloaded. Jay groaned and shuddered as the first massive gob of cum surged from his cock into my hungry mouth. I joyfully kept sucking, drawing two more good-sized spurts of cum from him. Holding his wad in my mouth I looked up at Jay questioningly, remembering a conversation we had about this. 

Jay smiled down at me. Using his finger he ran it up my chin, gathering some of his cum and I spit on his finger and stuck it in his mouth. I smiled wickedly, and swallowed part of Jay's hot thick cream as he pulled me into a standing position. I moved back to the bed, unhooking my bra. I was holding the rest of Jay's cum in my mouth as Jay stepped out of his shoes, jeans and socks. He moved to the bed and stood in-between my legs wanting to kiss my mouth. His fingers found my soaking-wet-satin clad pussy lips. I was close to coming and his touch almost sent me over the edge. It turned me on to know I made Jay cum by blowing his beautiful hard cock. 

I moaned and Jay used his tongue to split my closed lips. Looking into Jay's eyes I transferred Jay's load into his own mouth with my tongue and then massaged his tongue with mine to spread the delicious cum around. Jay and I kissed passionately sharing Jay's load. Jay sucked everything out of my mouth and held it in his as he pushed me back onto the bed. I scooted back so that my head was on the pillows knees bent and lifted my bottom so that Jay could pull my wet-red-satin panties off. Once off Jay impatiently spread my bent knees to have better access to my waiting wet pussy. 

Jay laid flat on his stomach and looked up at my face. I was looking down at him wondering what he was going to do. He opened his mouth and let the load fall from his lips onto my open pussy. I have never been so turned on in my life. My clit was red, swollen and aching. Jay used his tongue to mix his sticky mess with my dripping pussy juices. When his tongue would run over my throbbing clit I would jolt at the sensation. Jay licked and sucked on my swollen clit. I moaned and was so turned on he knew it wouldn't take long before I came. Jay used his tongue to move part of the load to my slit opening. He slid one finger in and then another. Purring I started to slowly fuck my Jay's face and lovely fingers. His fingers felt so good stretching my pussy lips. Jay loved looking up and seeing me pinching my hard swollen nipples as I head tilted back into the pillows. Jay flicked my sensitive clit with his hot tongue, and sped up his fingering fucking me. 

My soft purring turned into load moaning. My body tightened and then started to violently shake as I came for my Jay. Jay continued until my body relaxed. My head came back off the pillow smiled down at him. Tonguing and sucking Jay got as much of our combined load into his mouth. 

Jay climbed up over me. I closed my legs as he crawled up on all fours over the top of me. I could feel his soft cock and balls on my stomach. I looked up at him as he turned his face so that his mouth was sideways over mine. I opened my mouth and Jay spit their cum into my mouth. I savored the way they tasted together and then swallowed it all. Tired and satisfied Jay laid next to me. I rolled over and moved my legs so that they were intertwined with Jay's and then tickling his side I said, "Hey J, how are you?" Jay started laughing and said, "It's good to see all of you Alli."



Satin Blanket



...I came upon you napping in the back bedroom. I couldn't avert my eyes from the display of unintended sexuality you exhibited. 

It was the warmest day yet this spring. Outside, the temperature was probably in the mid 70's and with the windows to the top floor of our condo fully open, the inside temperature had to be pretty similar. The curtains were blowing inward to the room, mimicking the shape of the breeze coming in. Their beige color shed a warm, sensual light throughout the otherwise unlit room. The sun was positioned in the sky exactly where you would expect it to be in late May just a short while before dusk. The outside sky was painted with a myriad of pinks, oranges and reds—creating the most surreal feel to the room.

I immediately noticed the way your hipbone lifted the satin blanket that covered you as you lay on your back. The blanket traced your body perfectly, making it nearly impossible to realize you only had on a pair of black lace panties left from your day's attire. The way your left nipple was visible under the thin, soft blanket was so erotic, it took what seemed like an eternity to realize that your right breast was completely exposed, and just as aroused as the other. My heart rate was furious as I tried to figure out if you had intended for me to catch you looking so angelic and sexual. More importantly, I felt pressed to decide what I should do with this situation I'd stumbled upon. Did you want to be woken? Surely you'd napped because of a headache, or with a desire to simply enjoy having the large bed to yourself. 

Just as I'd thought I convinced myself to let you be, I found myself at the foot of the bed. I couldn't bring myself to turn away. I didn't know what I wanted to do, but the scene before me was so magnetic, I wanted to become a part of it, not for my own well being but for yours. I gently stepped to the side of the bed, and sat next to you, careful not to disturb you or the covers. I wasn't sure exactly how deep your sleep was, but I knew I didn't want to wake you... not yet at least. I gently tugged at the sheet that covered your chest, and saw your hidden nipple begin to become erect. I continued to slowly pull the satin sheet over the rest of your skin, being sure that it would bring each nerve ending to life. Having been with you for several years has its benefits, and being aware of your incredible sensitivity was one. I grabbed the blanket near your waist and gently slid it across your soft tummy. This must have triggered very powerful nerves because your lower back began to arch very carefully into the air—only a few inches above the bed but I knew you were becoming aroused... even if you weren't yet consciously aware.

I glanced up at your face again—still asleep. Your chest filled with breaths of the room's sweet summer air, your exhales still arousing ever part of me. The way your lips hung slightly apart... the way your upper body shifted with each breath... the soft cotton boxers beneath the khaki slacks I wore could hardly contain what you were creating.

Before long I dared to become more physical. A trail of soft kissed began just below your left hand, on your wrist and down your exposed forearm. With no response from you, I continued to guide my lips down your upper body... first to your shoulder and then down to your incredible breasts. The way they laid upon your chest with you on your back was so amazing. As they spread apart, your seemingly brittle breastbone stood out as if it had never before been seen. Every part of your upper body appeared symmetrical with a sexual beauty I could not ignore. My immediate desire was to bathe every inch of you with moist kisses, but I knew a more gentle approach should be taken so not to wake you. I took my index and middle fingers and gently traced around your right nipple... then across your smooth skin and under the sheet to mimic the action on your other gorgeous nipple. Having to be so careful, so gentle, and gazing at the dark brown tone of your areolas had my heart pounding so loud I was afraid it would wake you. By now I could feel my cock throbbing at a similar rate, convincing me that exposure was the best form of relief. Before standing, I gently slid the cover completely off of your body. Considering the warmth of the room, I was certain the temperature change wouldn't affect your sleep. As quietly as I could, I stood and let the blanket fall to the floor, along with my slacks, so as not to disturb your absolutely celestial body lying before me.

Now comforted with only boxers and my t-shirt, I knelt back at your side, continuing the trail of kisses at your chest. Taking moments to warm your chest with my tongue was so sexual because of the taste and texture, but also because it marked the first time in the early evening I heard audible sound from you. Just as my warm lips reached the peak of your gorgeous breast, your exhale was accompanied by a pleasurable moan, much the way you'd react to a delightful dream. I had no doubt you were still sound asleep, so I absorbed your chest in my mouth one last time—with added firmness—and continued my way down your curvaceous abdomen. Your breathing had picked up in pace by now, and I began to consider for the first time that you were becoming conscious. As your chest raised and lowered with each full breath, I kissed carefully from just below your belly button down to the tip of your sexy apparel and was greeted by two surprises that brought me great pleasure. I hardly noticed the first—that your hips were pressing upward to meet my kiss—because of the second—the intoxicating scent of your familiar wetness now filled the area around me, and I couldn't resist the yearning to experience your delicious pussy in my mouth.

~

"Maybe... maybe you could stop being so careful and just take advantage of me?" I heard her voice say as if she were still in mid-dream. I looked up to see her eyes half-open, but her chest and neck flushed with a familiar hue—guaranteeing to me her state of arousal.

"I just thought I'd try and be gentle to let you keep sleeping..."

"Please just lick me for a while," she interrupted with a sigh, her tone begging to be pleasured now that she'd been woken.

~

I took no time to argue or reason with the hurricane of thoughts running through my head. I traced my hands down your tummy and over your hips to meet at the peaks of your delicate lingerie. As I lay on my stomach between your carefully spread legs, I tugged at your panties, exposing for the first time your perfect vagina. I gently but quickly slid off the alluring clothing as I tasted your scent with every breathe I inhaled. Within moments your body was completely naked, and I obeyed your request by letting my tongue meet your drenched outer lips for the first time this evening. As I felt her body squirm, I spread the tender pink folds with my fingertips and took in the beauty before me—both visually and otherwise. The taste of her deepest parts made me only want to lick further inside her. Again I set in to you, applying a gentle force to your sexual center. The more rhythmic my tongue and lips became, the more controlled and steady your breathing became. Feeling your hands grab control of my head as I worked your immaculate pussy sent shocks through my own body—causing my dick to throb harder with its own desire to be felt. Over and over my tongue rolled, flicking your clitoris continuously and charging you like a battery—my full intention to cause an explosion.

The room was silent of words, but moans and heavy breaths surrounded us. The harder you thrust your hips towards my mouth, the closer I knew you were to coming. My pace quickened with just that thought in mind and your breathing did the same. I slid my hands underneath you—without skipping a beat—grabbing hold of your gorgeous, firm ass. I began helping your body's motion towards me and within seconds you told me.

~

"I'm going to cum! Oh, please stay right there! I love your... lips on my... clit." she said, her last words being fragmented by the rhythm of her whole body now pumping with desire.

"Just relax your body and let it happen, honey. Just cum for me," I requested. By now my own body 

~

Your moans began to quicken and lead on to your impending pleasure. I continued to suck firmly on your clit while flicking it with my tongue as the swollen bulb danced in my mouth. I took one hand from underneath you and slid it up between your legs. Just as I felt your release was imminent, I slid just enough of my finger into your tight vagina—it now exposed and lubricated as your body became overwhelmed with its orgasm. Your body took over. Now you were controlling the motions and you were fucking me. You pulled your clit from my waiting lips and replaced it again immediately. Again and again, you created intense friction with your movements and established a perfect rhythm of penetration and stimulation to foster your pleasure. Your orgasm had taken your body over, and as I gazed over the thin and soft layer of hair protecting your pubic bone, I adored your reaction. 

"Oh! Oh, this feels so perfect.... So... Amazing!" you exclaimed—your hands holding me close into you. What a fantastic achievement for each of us, I thought to myself as I enjoyed the last few seconds of your unbelievable climax. Beads of sweat on our bodies were now cooled by the breeze from the window. Although every inch of my own body now yearned for more interaction with you, I felt calm and content enough to gaze up over your navel at the way you traced your curves with you nails. My dick was imprisoned against the bed beneath me, but your enticing stare found its way between your parted breasts and assured me it wouldn't be long until your unique touch soon founds its way onto my hard, aching body...



Satin Blowjob



I was soooo horny. One of my ultimate fantasies was coming true; I was in her bedroom... she was supposed to be away for the weekend and I had found my way into her walk in wardrobe. I couldn't help but take my clothes off. 

I had then run my fingers across all of her outfits hanging up. From her business suit skirts and blazers to satin shirts and satin dresses and skirts, I was so turned on! I had opened all of her drawers searching for her lingerie, which I found with increasing butterflies in my stomach. 

I had two of her drawers open now, one was full of silky satin knickers and the other contained her silky satin bra's corsets and silk stockings. After touching all of her outfits hanging up, I had selected an extremely short black satin pleated skirt, a white satin blouse and I had pulled out a very sexy pair of gold and silver striped satin bra and knickers, the panties were so feminine they had a sexy satin bow at the back! 

I had slipped her satin panties on and her satin bra, I had stepped in and pulled up her black satin pleated skirt which felt so erotic as it slipped over her satin panties, I had tucked in her satin blouse. I was so horny and I felt so naughty - my cock was really stiff! I had let it out of the top of her silky knickers and I was caressing it with other pairs of her silky panties that I had pulled out of her lingerie drawers. 

It was then that I saw her when I was on my knees strocking my hard cock with her silky lingerie. She was wearing a silver satin button up dress which emphasised her massive fake tits, I could only dream of the exquisite lingerie she was wearing underneath the silver satin dress. She had such a naughty look in her eye as she said to me "you look so fucken sexy baby dressed in my satin clothes and my satin lingerie! Are you enjoying my satin knickers wrapped around your big stiff cock?" She moved closer to me and I was so fucken horny knowing that I was turning her on. 

She then unbuttoned her silver satin dress from the top to the bottom, and my cock started to throb at what she revealed. Her lingerie was the sexiest pink satin. A pink satin bra with white lace trim, a pair of silky white stockings and pink satin knickers with white lace trim. 

My heart started pounding and my mouth grew moist as I saw a small bulge under her silky satin panties. She saw where my eyes were looking knowing the naughty, horny thoughts that were going through my mind. "You look so naughty in my satin outfit and lingerie, like a naughty little slut!" I felt like such a hot little slut... and wanted to be a naughty little slut! 

She moved closer so her satin panty was just inches from my face. "Run your lips over my satin panties baby." So I parted my lips and pressed them against her pink silky knickers running around, up and down... I could feel it there... starting to grow... oh God I was so fucken horny!

"Can you feel my cock starting to get hard?" She asked me, "I want to see my cock in your horny mouth." My lips running up and down and back and forth over the satin fabric of her knickers as her horny cock became fully erect inside her silky panties. I wanted it so bad, I pulled the band of her panties down ever so slightly and her long hard cock sprang out! I could smell the hot salty smell of cock, and it was so hard! "I want to slide my hot cock in your mouth baby, open your naughty wet lips and let my slide my cock into your horny mouth!" I brushed my lips over the tip of her dick, poking my wet tongue out which I slid over the slit in the head of her hot cock, I tasted her salty sex, I wanted more! I wanted to have her hot cock pumping in and out of my horny mouth! 

I licked my lips and I wrapped them around the screaming hot throbbing head of her stiff cock, feeling the tip of her big hot cock in my horny wet mouth. I wrapped a pair of her silver satin knickers around the shaft of her cock and slowly pulled them down her shaft teasing her long prick with her satin panty, I let me mouth relax as I slowly pushed my mouth towards the base of her big dick. Feeling her cock so hot and throbbing as she slid into my horny mouth! "oh yeah suck my cock baby" "mmmmmm, mmmmmm hhhhhmmmm" 

I groaned as I felt the hot head of her cock hit the back of my throat, bringing my wet lips back up her shaft to the tip of her cock. "oh your cock tastes so hot in my mouth baby." I wanted to suck it so bad, I wanted to feel her pumping in and out of my naughty mouth, my tight lips wrapped around her cock I started pumping my mouth up and down her shaft while I ran her silky panties up and down her long hard shaft just in front of my mouth. "Oh yeah, your hot cock" I moaned. "Suck it baby, take it all" she moaned. My mouth started working harder as I moaned in ecstasy. 

"Mmm ohhh yeahhh" I moaned as I slipped her hot wet cock out of my mouth I held her cock wrapped in her silky panties and I ran my tongue and wet lips from her screaming hot slit, down to the underside base where I touched her pink satin panties that were covering her balls, then back up to her now throbbing head. "Ohhh yeahhh baby, slide your cock back in my mouth, slide your throbbing hot cock in my horny mouth! I want to feel your big fat throbbing cock pumping in and out of my naughty lips" 

She held the back of my head and started to pump her cock in and out of my mouth. In and out, my hot lips so wet and wrapped so tight around her big cock, she started to throb even more, I knew she was close to shooting her hot cum. She kept pumping in and out of my mouth then stopped and left her hot swollen throbbing head of her penis right on the tip of my wet lips. 

I started to stroke the shaft of her long cock softly with her silky satin panties, up and down her shaft, wanking her hot cock into my mouth.

"Oohhhh cum into my horny mouth baby, shoot your hot load all over my naught horny lips. Ohhh your hot cock in my horny mouth." I continued wanking her throbbing erect cock with her silky panties, the satin caressing her throbbing head as my wet lips sucked on the very tip of her cock. I was just waiting for her hot salty cum to explode all over my horny wet lips. 

Her silky satin knickers were wrapped around my hand which was still wrapped around her hard cock wanking her long hard shaft. I was pumping her foreskin up and down and I tasted the salty sex that was dripping out of her screaming hot slit at the tip of her cock. Pumping her satin panties up and down the shaft of her hard cock, my horny hot wet lips sucking her throbbing head, wanking her panties up and down her hard cock.

"Cum all over my hot lips baby, cum all over my face, mmmm ohhhhh yeahhhh baby cum all over my horny lips, pump your hot load all over my naughty mouth" 

I stroked her silky panties down to the base of her cock pulling her foreskin back as far as it could go exposing her massive throbbing hot head. I pulled her cock away from my mouth ever so slightly and then felt the first burst of her screaming hot cum pump all over my face. 

"ohhh yeahhh baby spray me with your hot load, cum all over my face!" I said as she started pumping her load of hot cum all over my horny lips. I started to wank her silky knickers up and down the shaft of her cock to ensure that I got every last drop. "Ohhh yeah, cum all over my face." 

TBC?



Satin Blues



Please don't view this story if you are under the age of 18 or if otherwise prohibited by local law.

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My mother went crazy two weeks and five days after my seventeenth birthday. Well that's not exactly true, she had always been crazy but quietly so. She went from paranoia and mood swings to eating sticks of chalk like candy and covering the walls in tin foil. Mama was an artist so at first I just figured it was another piece of her work but in my heart I knew things would never be the same. Eight days after she began to unravel like a threadbare quilt we went to visit my father. He had been no more than a name to me on a birth certificate and when my mother told me to get in the car I had no idea where we were going but I was game. 

Hell I was even a little bit relieved, see Mama and I always went on adventures, sometimes we would get in the car and just drive until we found somewhere fun to stop she was just spontaneous like that. Loads of people were down on her about me not being in school and not having friends my own age , they didn't understand us is all. Mama had home schooled me because she didn't think the school systems were doing that all fire good at teaching kids what they ought to know plus we were sort of poor and she knew that even the she could do wouldn't stop other kids from thinking less of me. When she got to be a little more well known and we had lots of money she'd said I could choose whether or not I wanted to go to public school but by then I was spoiled to our ways and I couldn't see giving up adventures in the car and afternoons on the beach to be stuck in a hot smelly class room with thirty other kids and a teacher who didn't even know me. 

Other kids already thought I was plenty weird so how could I tell them I had no idea how to play old maid or go fish but I sure as hell knew how to play spades, hearts and poker? So instead of playing games with other kids and going to sleepovers I was staying up all night to listen to Mama and her friends talk about everything from the latest politics to whether cubism was a valid form of artistic expression or whether it was simply too structured . 

I loved my life and I loved my Mama something fierce that's how I knew things would never ever be the same. I had grabbed two pairs of jeans and a couple of tee shirts along with some clean panties and a tooth brush plus my art books because with mama you never could tell if you were just going to the grocery store or if you'd end up being gone for a week. I shoved my feet into a pair of flip flops and tossed my sneakers into the bag as an afterthought and slung my beat up denim knapsack with random patches sewn helter skelter to the fabric over my shoulder . Running down the stairs I didn't look back because it would have hurt to much I wanted to pretend that I'd be back in an hour or a day or a week but I knew better. 

As we drove down the coast I stared at the beach as Moody's mood for love played on the radio. There I go, There I go, There I go There I go I wanted to cry but I couldn't I did not want to let on just then that I knew things were changing maybe this was what they meant by growing pains because this hurt like fucking hell. I glanced over at Mama she had her purple shades over her eyes and she was still the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen. I don't mean that like most people think either, when I was little I had thought she was pretty simply because she was my mama but a few years ago I had realized that she really was truly a breath taking woman it was a realization that struck me as odd as if I had believed in fairy tales my whole life only to find that they were real. 

She was looking at the road and tapping her right hand against the cushioned steering wheel while she worried her full bottom lip with her white teeth. The wind from the open window stirred her long hair that almost always seemed to be in windswept disarray anyway. I stopped looking and opened the glove box. Reaching my hand past a flash light and a pack of big red I pulled out a box of Newport's and shut the compartment. Tapping the unopened pack against my thigh for a moment before ripping away cellophane I pulled a cigarette from the pack and reached on the dashboard to grab my lighter patterned with sunflowers. I had gotten the lighter and ten other like it when we'd driven from California to the Jersey shore, Mama had, had a gallery show in New York a two weeks later and so we had stayed in Atlantic city . The beaches weren't like California instead they seemed dirty and desolate but it was still an adventure.

I snapped back to reality remembering the lingering taste of taffy and the smell of roasted peanuts and metallic salt. Dismissing the memory I took a deep pull from my cigarette and stared out the window blowing a stream of smoke into the already polluted air. Sighing I reached between my legs and down into the deep front pocket of my knapsack my fingers drifted over a patch of crumbs from god only knows what and a sticky piece of unwrapped hard candy before brushing the very edge of my red heart shaped sunglasses. 

Taking the novelty shades out I shook the crumbs away and slid them on my face as the cigarette I held between my lips shook a tiny bit and deposited a tiny pile of ashes on my already dirty bag. I watched Mama glance at me from the corner of my eye before turning her gaze back to the endless road before us. I wanted to ask her where we were headed but I knew she would say what she always did, "We're headed for tomorrow silly." At least I hoped that's what she would say, I didn't want answers bad enough to shake the foundation of every thing that was familiar to me even though I could already feel the truths I had known my whole life breaking away and scattering into the wind. 

It only took about an hour or so for us to pull up in front of a two story house in some suburb, the house looked neat and clean and for some reason it struck fear in my heart I wanted to go back to our apartment right now, I wanted to walk in and see black and white murals painted on the walls and hear Billie Holiday playing smooth and low in the background while people came and went like we had a revolving door. I wanted, I wanted, I wanted. I wanted the security of knowing that there was nothing in the refrigerator but sushi fresh salad and bottles of water and that dinner was merely a phone call away but wanting didn't magically make all things right. 

The car was in park and Mama was shaking me as if to rouse me from sleep, I stared at her through the darkened lenses of my sunglasses and frowned. She hadn't said so much as a word for the whole drive and now she was motioning for me to get out of the car.

I moved slowly trying to rack my brain, of all the places we had ever been I'd never been to this house. She was ringing the door bell as I grabbed my bag and the shut the passenger side door.

I walked up the driveway and waited behind her. A tall dark skinned woman with jet black hair opened the door of the house and looked at us. I didn't know her and she couldn't have been more than a few years older than me but she seemed to know exactly who we were. In fact she seemed to have been expecting us. 

She smiled broadly and stepped back inviting us to 

"Come on in." 

She had an accent like the summer air in Baton Rouge deep thick and slightly smothering. The house looked like an ad for cleaning products there wasn't so much as a speck of dirt anywhere and far as I could tell there wasn't an artist within miles of the place. 

We sat down in the living room that was stark white with peach sofas and deep dark wooden furniture, I had my doubts as to whether the couch had ever been sat upon. The room made me uncomfortable and slightly self-conscious like I should have scrubbed my self clean before walking into it. 

The woman sat across from us perched on the edge of an overstuffed peach chair. 

"Why you must be little Billie, I'm Satin." I stared at her from behind my shades and raised an eyebrow. 

Satin? was she fucking kidding me and who the hell was this chick calling little did I look like some damn toddler? 

"Nice to meet you." 

I drawled mocking her accent. Mama threw me a furious glance and turned to the woman and smiled. 

"It's nice to finally meet you Satin, You have a lovely home." 

The woman smiled and offered us a drink I wanted a drink all right but I had a feeling she didn't mean what I meant. When Satin disappeared into the kitchen Mama turned to me. 

"You're staying here kid so make nice, I'll be back for you after a while." 

I stared at her unable to comprehend what she was telling me. Sure I'd stayed with her friends before loads of times but certainly not people I didn't know and none of Mama's friends lived in perfect little suburbs. I felt like puking all over the damn peach sofa. 

"Who is this woman?" I asked 

"She's your father's wife."

Mama said standing and grabbing her keys off of the coffee table . I sat still for a moment shocked beyond words or motion. I heard the front door slam before I jumped up, by the time I'd gotten to the driveway she was racing down the street like a bat out of hell. 

I still couldn't process what was happening my mind simply refused to understand, I closed the door and returned to the living room sitting down on the sofa , Satin came back with three glasses of lemonade but there were only two of us now. I reached for one of the glasses my hand shaking a little, almost imperceptibly. 

I didn't say a word as I downed the lemonade, Satin just sat there staring at me like she wasn't quite sure what to do or say. I slammed the glass down on the tray she had carried out and set on the coffee table. 

Her eyes widened and I'm pretty sure she wanted to pick up the glass and check it for damages but she didn't. She picked up one of the two remaining glasses and sipped the drink. 

I watched her and wondered if she'd been to some archaic finishing school. Her thighs were pressed together with her legs crossed at the ankles, and although her back wasn't resting against the back of the chair it was straight. Her posture was perfect and instead of looking uncomfortable she seemed to be completely relaxed. 

She had to have known that my mother had literally run out of the house and left me there and she was sipping her lemonade as if everything was on the up and up. When she had finished her drink set her own empty glass down she stood and picked up the service tray taking it back into the kitchen. When she came back I was still sitting there staring at the chair she had vacated and trying not to think at all . 

"Why don't you come with me and let me show you your room honey." 

"Whatever."

I said grabbing my bag and glaring at her from behind my sunglasses. It was quite easy to pretend that she was the woman to blame for my current situation. 

We walked back into the front hall and up the staircase turning to the right and going all the way to the end of the hall she opened another door instead of it being a room there was another staircase. At the top of the stairs I was one huge room empty except for a bed and a dresser. The room gleamed as if it were brand new not so much as a scuff on the wood floor. There were two doors one on the far side of the room one was a walk in closet as big as the my bedroom in our apartment and the other was a full bathroom. 

I tossed my bag on the ground and kicked my flip flops off before I flopped onto the bed and stared at the ceiling. 

Satin turned to leave me and I stopped her. 

"Hey what's my father like?" 

She turned back to me and although I wasn't looking I could tell she was staring. 

"He's a good man." She told me quietly. I laughed because if I didn't I might have lost it for real. 

She was still staring at me and probably thinking I was a little nuts. When I stopped laughing she spoke. 

"You don't know anything about him do you?" 

I took off my sunglasses and turned my head to look at her, 

"I know that he fucked my mother then left her so he could go off to school. I know he hasn't bothered to send me so much as a damn birthday card. I know that much." 

"You don't know anything." 

She told me before walking out of the room and quietly shutting the door. I frowned wondering what the hell she meant. I got up off of the bed and grabbed my bag I had exactly 23 dollars to my name and that was shoved in my back pocket I doubted if I would be able to find a city bus out here in the boonies so it looked like I'd be hitching a ride. 

I knew that the highway was maybe a mile or so away and I'd have to walk to it if I had any hope of going anywhere. I picked up my shoes and crept out of the attic down the stairs and into the hall. I had no idea where Satin was but she was nowhere in sight. 

Hell she was probably off scrubbing or scouring something, unless they had a maid to do that type of thing. I didn't spare too much time thinking about it. I walked down the main stairs and right out the front door. Heading back in the direction that I had come earlier while I was in the car with Mama I found the highway easily. 

I had to run across it to get on the right side for hitching in the direction I wanted to go. Cars passed me by not even bothering to slow down after about forty minutes I was getting a little ticked, but I could wait it out if it meant going home. 

When there was a lull in traffic I pulled a cigarette from my bag, lit it and stood there smoking . The car that slowed in front of me had such a quiet engine I hadn't even heard it coming it was a sleek low-riding black Lexus with tinted windows. 

It was a cool ride but I wasn't about to get in, people with cars like that thought they could take liberties plus with the way my day was going it would probably turn out to be a pimp or worse a porno producer with a proposition for me. 

The drivers side window glided down and I saw it was worse than a pimp, it was Satin. I looked away from her and started to walk backward with my thumb stuck out, she put the car in reverse and stayed along side of me. 

"Get in the car." Her voice had a hard edge to it when she spoke. 

"I'm going home." I told her almost bursting into tears. 

"Well then I'll take you, I'm not going to leave you out here. Don't you understand that someone could kill you?" 

"Don't you understand that I don't fucking care? My mother just dumped me at some damn stranger's house and went off for god only knows how long." I said finally breaking down and starting to cry. 

I had stopped walking and she had her foot on the brakes to keep the car from moving. "Get in the car." she said again. Not feeling like putting up a fight I tossed my cigarette and rounded the car to get in. The chances of someone picking up a crying teenager were slim to none anyhow, it smacked of the classic runaway story. 

I slumped down in the passenger's seat and stared out of the window True to her word Satin took me back to the apartment, she obviously knew her way because she didn't even ask for directions she just drove me there. I fished my keys out of my bag and went into the building. Satin was right behind me I ignored her until I got the door unlocked. 

"Thanks for the ride, bye." I told her trying to shut the door in her face. 

She pushed the door with more force than I expected and walked in as if I had invited her. 

"I'm not going anywhere." she said 

"Whatever"

I mumbled turning away from her and heading up the stairs to my room. I slammed the door and turned my stereo on full blast. The downstairs neighbors would raise hell if they were home but so fucking what. I opened my desk drawer and pulled out a handmade wooden box, I had gotten in Mexico. Sliding back the top I pulled out a joint and lit it. 

Taking a long drag and holding the smoke in my lungs I sprawled across my Power Puff girls bedspread. I wasn't in my room for a full three minutes when Satin opened the door and walked in. She turned the music off and turned to me. 

"You know you're kind of a little bitch." 

She said as she grabbed the joint from me. I thought she was going to put it out so I was surprised when she put it to her lips and took a long pull. Clearly she was no beginner. She held the smoke in her lungs for almost a minute before slowly exhaling. I was staring at her with my mouth open in shock. 

"Did you think you were the original bad girl honey? or were you judging the book by it's cover?" She asked me laughing. 

I didn't say a word as she handed the joint back to me. 

"I'll be downstairs waiting when you're done, get whatever you'll be needing and come down when you're ready. I can wait as long as you can." she told me as she smoothed the front of her dress. 

I sighed and stayed where I was smoking and thinking. I cried and cried and when there were no more tears I stood up and looked around my room. I grabbed my two huge CD cases and my portable CD player since I didn't even feel like disconnecting my stereo. 

When I got downstairs Satin was sitting on the couch waiting for me. When she saw me she stood. We left and drove back to her house in silence. I stole glances at her and silently wondered just who she was. When we pulled up she opened the garage and parked her sleek little car inside before closing the door again. 

There was a jeep in there too and I had no idea if it had been there all along or not. As I passed the front of the Jeep to enter the house through the inner door of the garage I touched the hood. It was cool and hadn't been recently parked, but that fact told me nothing we had in fact been gone for hours. I was nervous what if my father was in there? 

When we walked in the door there was a man standing in the kitchen, when he turned to look at me I felt as if the bottom had just dropped out of my world. It was more than a little disconcerting to see your own features on the face of a stranger, and even more alarming when that stranger happened to be a white man. I looked from the man to Satin and then back again. 

"What the fuck?" The words were out of my mouth before I could think about them let alone stop them. 

"I take it you didn't know I was white?" He said with a smile. 

I just stared at him, I didn't know what to say. Instead of continuing to stand there like a moron I walked past him and ran through the house and up the stairs. I couldn't believe this, overnight my life had become The Jerry Springer show. If Satin turned out to be my sister I was going to go berserk. How could my mother have hidden the fact that I was half white from me for more than a decade and a half? 

Being emotionally drained and coming down from my marijuana induced buzz had me asleep five minutes after I collapsed on the bed. I awoke the next morning to Satins low gentle voice calling my name as she shook me awake. I opened my eyes and glared at her.

"Come on Billie get up we have to get you to school." she said brightly as if it were good news. 

I sat straight up fully awake "Get me to where?" 

"School." she repeated 

"Are you kidding me?" 

"No honey I'm not I know you've been home schooled but I now that you're going to be living here your father and I think you need to go to regular school and have some structure, some rules and some friends your own age." 

"You're out of your mind." I told her laying back down 

"Come on get up," her voice had a harder edge this time but I ignored her turning my back to her in case she didn't get the message. 

I was nearly asleep again when I felt cold water complete with ice cubes drenching my head and upper chest. I jumped out of the bed and stood there glaring at her. 

"Oh I see you're up." She said as if she hadn't just drenched me with a pitcher of ice water, she had damn near drowned me. 




Satin Blues



"You fucking bitch, what the hell is your problem?" 

I shouted at her. 

She smiled and said "Get dressed."

Then turned to walk out of the room, she paused at the door and turned back to me. 

"I'm going to let it slide this time, but make sure that you never call me out of my name again." She said and walked out. 

The tone of her voice and the look in her eyes, shook me up. I liked to think I was the baddest bitch but something told me I had met my match. 

Twenty minutes later I was dressed and downstairs, Satin took one look at my outfit and shook her head, apparently my ripped jeans and green and white novelty tee shirt sans bra wasn't going to do at all. She told me to come on and she lead me into the master bedroom her closet covered one whole wall, She pulled out outfit after outfit all of which I rejected, without hesitation.

I refused to be dressed like a Stepford wife in training, finally we compromised and I chose a white pencil skirt that stopped just above my knees. I kept on the shirt I was wearing although I did put on the bra she offered. I also talked her into letting me borrow a pair of green heels with a strap around the ankle. Just before I walked out of the room I picked up a green and yellow newsboy hat from the dresser. 

It smelled of cologne and I knew it had to be my father's. I put the hat on my head and turned to smile at her. She shook her head but smiled back . We left the room and the house without a word between us. She drove me to a huge public high school and parked her car. I would never admit it but I was terribly nervous and glad that she was coming in with me. Just before we got out of the car she said my name and I turned to look at her. 

"I know this is all hard for you and I don't expect you to want any of it but you have to try okay?" 

I nodded because for some reason I felt like crying and I knew that is I spoke I would begin to weep. I sat in the office while she talked to the principal and then more quickly than I would have liked I was alone with a schedule in my hand and a lump in my throat. 

It was only the middle of October so the school year was just barely underway. I adjusted as if I had been going to school for years and after the first few weeks I was comfortable with my new surroundings and I even had a few friends. No one knew I had been home schooled for my entire life so I was just the new girl instead of some social freak. 

Things at my new home weren't quite so easy to adjust to, I couldn't relate to the man who's DNA I shared and it was hard to come to terms with the fact that I wasn't who I'd always thought myself to be. My father tried her put all the effort he could spare into getting to know me and I liked him I really did but it was still hard to think of him as anything more than a stranger, plus he was almost always having to go away on business for days and sometimes weeks at a time. 

Satin was the one I related too and the one who helped me the most. She was always underfoot, at first her presence was nothing but an annoyance and we fought over a lot of things but soon I began to appreciate her always being there. 

That was something I never had before, someone who would be there for me without question. We still fought but I no longer hated her, she wouldn't let me smoke or drink or get high and she also set me on a curfew which I resented like hell but another part of me loved the fact that she cared enough to at least try and get me under control. 

When I had a few moments to myself I would often reflect on the fact that she had accepted me into her home and even welcomed me from the start, that couldn't have been a easy and with my father being gone more than he was there she could have truly gone out of her way to make my life into a living hell. The fact that she didn't made me both respect and like her. She pushed me into a more structured lifestyle but she was by no means an evil stepmother. 

Mama sent me letters weekly from all over the country but didn't come back for me and that hurt more than anything I'd ever felt in my whole life. I refused to talk about my mother and the intense anger I felt at her often scared me, how could I love and hate someone all at once? How could she just up and leave me behind like she'd done? What was so wrong with me that she could no longer even stand the sight of me? Did she even love me anymore? 

The questions I had went unanswered because I couldn't ask them, firstly because aside from a handful of phone calls I couldn't talk to her and secondly I was to afraid of what the answers might be. 

Both Satin and my father noted my silence on the issue and the depression that often plagued me and at first they tried to talk to me about Mama eventually they stopped when they realized that I wouldn't go there. Satin even asked me to go to a shrink but I refused and for once she didn't push the issue. She just sighed and said it would do no good for me to see a therapist if I was going to refuse to talk anyhow, and she pointed out that she knew I'd be stubborn enough to sit there for an hour in complete silence. She was right I would have done just that. 

When I would allow it she would hug me for long stretches of time and just hold me and rock me as I cried but she never tried to force me to talk. By the end of the school year I was used to my life with my father and his wife and I'd even grown a little closer to my father and less awkward in his presence. 

He talked to me about my childhood and made it clear that he'd always thought of me and even sent support money but in his youth he'd been scared of having a child and when Mama had pressed he'd signed over his parental rights. He said it was a decision he'd always regret, the tears in his eyes spoke more truths than his lips ever could. 

I graduated that June and was really considering college, which was something I'd never even thought about before. Just as I got used to my new life my old life crept around the corner unexpectedly and once again the foundation of my world was shaken. 

Mama showed up at the door one day looking as beautiful as she always had. When I opened the door she embraced me and started talking like we'd seen each other hours before instead of months. I stepped back from the door stunned. She stopped talking when she saw the look on my face. She took a good long look at me in my tennis skirt and matching top I'd been on my way out to the country club with Satin to play a few sets. 

"Billie what the hell are you wearing?" 

"Tennis whites." I said keeping all traces of emotion from my voice, I was seconds away from breaking down but I wasn't about to let her know that. 

"What the devil have they done to you?" She asked looking me up and down again. It was on the tip of my tongue to say they've taken care of me but I didn't have the chance to speak. 

"You ready Baby girl?" Satin's voice rang out from the living room moving closer as she approached. She stopped in her tracks when she saw my mother standing in the front hall. 

"Zora, I wasn't expecting you, come on into the living room let me get you a drink." 

Satin said after the two of them had stared each other down. I could tell by her voice that Satin was perturbed but ever the polite hostess she'd smoothly moved past the awkward silence that filled every corner of the room. 

"No that's okay Satin I'm just here to get my baby girl." Mama said emphasizing the last three words. 

"Well we were just stepping out would you like to join us at the country club?" Satin's voice carried a mocking tone that would have been imperceptible to anyone who didn't know her. 

"No thank you, Billie and I were just leaving," Mama said looking right at me. 

"No we weren't," I said 

She looked at me with a mixture of shock and hurt on her face, as shitty as it was I was kind of glad she was hurt. She'd left me without a thought as to how it would effect me and it was almost satisfying to see some of the emotions I'd been struggling with written so clearly across her features. 

I wasn't entirely glad though I was torn between wanting to get back at her and wanting to hug her and cling to her and never let her go. 

"Mama you can't just waltz in here after nearly nine months and expect me to go home with you as if nothing happened, what about the next time you decide to up and leave me? Can you even fathom how much that hurt me? Do you even care?" 

Tears were running down my face and I didn't even realize it as I screamed at her. All the hurt and anger that had been simmering for nine months boiled over, and I couldn't have stopped it if I'd wanted too. 

She tried to hug me but I pushed her away and fell into Satin's arms. Mama didn't say anything but the slamming door and screeching tires announced her departure loud and clear. I wept uncontrollably and Satin held me in her arms rocking me and rubbing my back as if I were just a baby. When I could speak I did. 

"I have to call her I can't just go back but..." I trailed off and stepped away from Satin. "She's going to think I chose you over her and she'll never forgive me." 

Satin didn't say anything and for the first time I noticed she was crying too. I didn't know why but for the first time it was my turn to provide comfort. She pulled herself together quickly and stepped out of the embrace that I'd re-initiated. 

I went upstairs to fetch my keys and she drove me to the apartment that I'd once shared with my mother and said she'd wait for me in the car. I nodded and stepped outside, I was so nervous but I knew I couldn't be like my mother, I couldn't run away when it got hard. I let myself into the apartment and went to her studio, I knew that's where she'd be. 

As soon as I stepped through the door she screamed at me. "I hate you get out of here, go back to that bitch since you love her so much." 

I was stunned Mama had always been prone to mood swings and bouts of rage but this was the first time she'd ever turned her rage on me. I almost left but then I decided against it, it was more clear to me than ever that Mama was mentally unstable but that didn't diminish the love I had for her. 

I walked over to her and embraced her and told her over and over that I loved her. She tried to push me away but I kept going back to hug her until she wasn't fighting me anymore. She had scratched the side of my face with her long nails and my arms too. The salty tears made my face burn as I cried for the woman I once knew and this person who was both my Mama and a stranger. 

"You know I can't live with you like this." I whispered trying not to sob. 

"I know, I know." She kept repeating when she pulled away this time I let her, I didn't know what else to do. She looked at my face and seemed sincerely shocked. "Oh my god I'm sorry baby I'm so sorry." she kept saying over and over again she was shaking and beginning to cry again. 

"Mama it's okay, I'm fine." 

She kept on repeating that she was sorry until it began to sound like an eerie mantra. I was afraid and my fear must have shown on my face, she'd never lost it like this, never gone so deep right in front of me. She seemed to get herself under control when she focused on my eyes and saw how afraid that I was. She moved to hug me again and it took every ounce of will power I had for me not to step back when she advanced on me. 

"Go on baby girl," she said stepping away from me. "I'll call you tomorrow." 

"Mama are you going to be alright?" 

She laughed and the sound sent a chill through me, there had been no joy in the laugh just the hollow sound of reality. "I haven't been okay for years but I'll manage." 

I left it at that although the comment did absolutely nothing to comfort me. I didn't want to leave her but I didn't want to stay either. I felt as though my leaving was some sort of betrayal and I paused to look back at her. 

"Go." Was all she said. 

When I got to the car Satin stared at me, her eyes told me just how bad I looked. "I'm fine." I said before she could ask. 

Mama had scratched me up pretty badly but I was as I claimed fine. At least physically, the scratches would fade but the scars on my physce would not. 

The day after Mama's return I went to Satin and asked her to take me to the psychiatrist she had mentioned so many months before, I was still afraid to discuss my feelings and very much bound by the notion that you simply did not air your dirty laundry in public, but I was more afraid of becoming the woman I'd lived with for all of my life and just seen clearly the day before. 

True to her word Mama did call me the next evening and I assured her that yes I did love her and no I wasn't mad at her. I had been reassuring her my whole life even if I didn't always realize it. When I hung up the phone I cried again it was hard to realize the person you loved most in the world was crazy especially when you adored them so. 

I continued to live with Satin and my father but I spent nearly every weekend with my mother, I wanted her to get help but she refused saying that she wasn't crazy. I never pushed her because I was afraid even one small shove might send her over the edge. The days that I spent with her were always laced with sorrow as I watched her slip further and further away, it was killing me to know I couldn't help her and that she wouldn't help herself. 

Therapy was helping me but I still struggled with the burden of my mother's love and I suspected I always would. I decided to take a year off before going to college. At first Satin and my father were highly upset but I explained to them that with my emotional state being precarious at best starting school would strain me to an extent that I might not be able to handle. Thankfully they accepted that. 

My eighteenth birthday found me waiting tables and contemplating my future. When I wasn't working I spent my time hanging out with friends although I found myself shying away from them in the evenings. I had partied heavily in my early teen years with people who were twice my age if not more and until I'd come to live with my father I'd had no rules to speak of aside from being required to maintain my grades. 

Clubbing and using fake ID's to score alcohol wasn't something that interested me even a little. Most of my evenings were spent at home reading or watching television. When she was home I often visited with my mother for a few hours a day but she'd gone on another cross country trip a week or two before my birthday and I'd declined the offer to join her. She'd been angry but I had my own baggage to carry without hauling hers around too, so now my evenings were pretty much empty. 

I could have dated but I didn't my emotions were plenty messed up without me seeking further turmoil, so I purposely kept my guard up at all times. I thought I was beyond crushes and I didn't realize I was falling for someone until it was to late. 

I watched her move from across the room, she was humming to herself as she rearranged a vase of flowers that she had set on the table only moments before, her skin seemed to glow as she moved to a music all her own in a fluid unchoreographed dance. I felt a wave of desire wash over me and I damn near drowned in it. I tried to push it back to the periphery just like I always did but I didn't do it in time. 

Because suddenly she was looking at my face I knew she saw my skin flushing and had caught the way my eyes wandered over her body. I dropped my eyes to the floor pretending to study the intricate pattern etched on the tiles. She called my name and I looked up automatically, she gave me a slow easy smile and winked at me before getting back to the business of arranging her flowers.

All she had done was wink at me and my panties were wet, I didn't even know how to react to her flirting, as usual Satin was just full of surprises. 

Day after day she flirted with me teasing my with her eyes and her actions, she was constantly running her fingers over her bare legs and toying with the hem of her little sundresses that seemed to get shorter each day. My father was away on business so there was no chance that her little shows were for him. After two weeks she had driven me to distraction all I could think about was her, on one hand I was convinced that she was just playing games with me but sometimes I was just as sure of the lust I saw in her eyes when she looked at me. 

I decided to indulge in a little bit of fun myself and began to walk around the house in short shorts and half shirts every now and then I would toss an almost indecent sundress into the mix. When my father came home we both resumed our normal style of dress but she was always licking her lips and bending over to retrieve things trying to attract my attention. Of course it worked like a charm. Not to be outdone I mirrored her actions and took to playing tennis everyday. 

Nothing brought a smile to my lips like the look on her face when she saw me leaving the house in a tiny tennis skirt that barely covered my ass and a tight fitting top. When Daddy left we'd pick up right where we left off flirting and openly enticing one another. 

At first it had all been a sort of game we played with each other but it began to be very real to me, perhaps more real than I would have liked to admit. She crept into my head when I was lying in my bed alone at night. Images of her smooth round curves crept into my mind, long before I drifted off to sleep, it would have been so much easier if she had invaded my dreams, but no it was my conscious mind that she disrupted. 

I'd never really indulged fantasies before maybe I was too much of a realist to want to live within, the confines of my head or maybe I had never fully explored where my imagination could take me or just how much the mind could effect the body and it's reactions. I'd touched myself before and gotten off from the physical pleasure but she was the first person to provoke masturbation. 

At first I had pushed the thoughts away not wanting to acknowledge them, up to now things between us had been innocent enough but I knew if I let her into my head it would only be a matter of time before she got under my skin. Still I couldn't fight myself, or run from my desire, and so eventually I indulged. I would always be the one who seduced her, and it was always hard, quick fucking. With her legs, spread thighs trembling and covered in sweat while I drove my fingers into her. Sometimes I would be tasting her. Sucking on her clit and licking her outer lips while she rode my fingertips and moaned. 

I would always come faster when I thought of pressing my lips to her warm wet pussy. My own pussy would tighten around my fingers and I would moan as I rubbed my palm against my clit rocking my hips and pressing my cunt against my hand. I didn't know there was more to it so I couldn't imagine anymore than that. 

Ironically the first time she touched me I wasn't even trying to seduce her. I'd worked the early morning shift at my job which meant I had worked from six in the morning until one in the afternoon. When I came home she wasn't even there, I took a shower to sash the scent of fried food from my skin and then put on a pair of simple pink bikini panties and large t-shirt that I'd "borrowed" from my father. 

My intention was to read James Patterson book I'd purchased on the way home, I even lit my aroma therapy candles and put my Dinah Washington CD into my stereo. I was asleep before the first song played through. I awoke a short time later and decided to get something to eat then get back to my book. Without bothering with anymore clothes than I already had on I went downstairs. 

To my surprise and dismay Satin was already home and she had company, Granted they were women, but I didn't know them and appearing in an over sized t-shirt that barely brushed my thighs was not how I wanted to meet them. Satin ever the hostess introduced us and I blushed, luckily they were just leaving so my discomfort was short lived. Thank god I hadn't walked down here naked. 




Satin Blues



When her friends had departed Satin turned to me and smiled "well don't you look cute?" she asked me 

I blushed again and just stood there. "You know one of those women is married to the mayor." she told me. 

"Good for her." I said not seeing the point in Satin telling me this information. 

"Well I can't have you just traipsing around in your panties in front of the Mayor's wife. What kind of child will she think I'm raising?" 

"I'm not a child and..." she cut me off before I could go on 

"Maybe not Baby girl but I'm still going to spank you." 

"You didn't raise me" I continued as if she hadn't spoken. 

"No..." she paused " I didn't raise you, but I am going to train you." 

"To do what?" I asked resting my hand on my hip and raising an eyebrow. 

"Submit." 

I was at a loss for words, our flirting had always been a game to me, an exciting, dangerous game but a game none the less. I wasn't even sure what she meant by submit, I mean I knew what submission was but I was a little confused as to how it really applied to her and I. 

I wasn't totally lost I knew it had something to do with somebody dominating you and making you do stuff but why would anybody agree to be forced into something? I didn't want her to know that I was confused or curious so I simply refused outright. 

"The hell you will." I said pushing past her as I spoke. 

She only laughed and followed me into the kitchen. She watched while I made myself a sandwich and grabbed a soda before heading back upstairs. Her gaze unsettled me and for some reason it excited me as well. When she followed me upstairs I wasn't sure what to do next, so I continued to ignore her as I settled on my bed and picked up the book that I was supposedly reading. 

Still Satin watched me not speaking or bothering me in the least except for the fact that her stare alone distracted me and threw my world off kilter. I ate and pretended to read and still she sat at the foot of the bed, I finally met her eyes and she smiled. 

"I'm going to have fun training you" she said as she ran her hand up the inside of my leg letting her nails drag lightly over the skin, leaning closer as her hand moved higher. 

Her touch sent waves of excitement coursing through my belly but it was her tone that made me sit stock still and pay attention to what she was saying. Her hand was just brushing the edge of my panties as she and her body was half on top of mine now and I still hadn't moved a muscle. She settled the weight of her body on top of mine and looked directly in my eyes. When she spoke her voice wasn't much more than a whisper and her lips were only inches from mine. 

"You're going to be my new pet baby girl, and like any good owner I'm going to have to train you, make sure you're obedient...teach you a few tricks. You know the usual." 

My eyes widened in surprise. Her pet? was she out of her cotton picking mind I wasn't about to be anybody's damn pet. What was I some kind of yapping puppy? Before I could speak she stood and walked out laughing as her footsteps disappeared down the hall. 

I didn't see her again until dinner time, I was a little anxious, (or perhaps apprehensive is closer to the truth), when I headed downstairs. I had thrown on a pair of jeans with my t-shirt feeling slightly less comfortable around my stepmother.

I had been thinking about what she said to me even doing a little research on the internet about submission and dominance. Surprisingly the more I read the more interested I was. I didn't like everything that I'd seen but a lot of the rest seemed like nothing more than a little role playing and pretending, and hadn't we already been playing a game of sorts all along? 

I could handle this, just like I always handed whatever little surprises life threw at me besides how hard could following instructions be anyway? 

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Satin Circus



(Written by request for a satin fetish story by James A.)

The music swells and the lights dim under the big tent, as the excitement builds in the audience and the buzzing conversations subside with the rising expectation that something—something special—is about to happen. Strobing lights and laser beams come up, gyrating around on the floor below and under the canopy of the tent above, showing a swirl of activity here and there, tantalizingly vying for attention, everything everywhere. The audience gasps in unison at the brief glimpses of the spectacles to be amazed by.

The lights dim again for a second and then one beam ignites, roams the tent, and comes to rest in the center of the floor below. It picks out the ringmaster, tall and solidly and powerfully built, with thick chest and small waist and a ruggedly handsome face. He is lifting his white-satin gloved hands in the pose of the concert master about to mark the first downbeat.

The audience sighs, knowing that he is there to bring order to the chaos the opening of the performance portended.

The music rises as the ringmaster in the center of the rings twirls his gloved hands, directing with a flourish the attention of the audience to where one act is starting, and to another ring, when that one is winding down. He is clothed in gold satin, with the dash of a billowing red satin cape. High above his head, the aerialists are flying from one platform on a pole to another. They are young and lithe, bare-chested and wearing skimpy blue satin shorts. The ringmaster has had his eyes on the youngest, fairest of them for some time.

The young aerialist stands, posed for the audiences gasp of awe, on a platform for a brief moment—the youngest of the dashingly handsome and courageous Flying Flauberts. Small of stature, but perfectly formed. Alabaster skinned, with a dark, sultry look. Hard body, smooth chest, oversized arm and chest and thigh muscles to meet the requirements of his profession, flat belly, and tiny waist. With a wave of his raised hand, he grasps the trapeze his partner has just flown off and sent his way, and flies out over the arena.

As the ringmaster directs the attention from the aerialists to a scantily clad woman standing on a white horse with gilded trappings that's prancing around the periphery of the rings with a flourish of his satin-gloved hands, a grip between aerialists above slips, and the young trapeze artist tumbles to the netting below. The ringmaster instantly directs the audience's attention to the cage with the lion tamer, and moves, as deliberately but quickly as he can, over, to the side of the net. The young man appears to be unharmed, only momentarily dazed.

The ringmaster caresses the young man's cheek with one satin-gloved hand while using the other to check for possible damage. He is cupping the young man's basket through his blue satin shorts with the gloved hand when the young aerial artist opens his eyes and gives the ringmaster a glazed smile.

The ringmaster whispers, "You seem to be sound. And this is the day. I can wait no longer. We can use your brief absence as a cover. Your partner need never know."

"Yes," the young man whispers back. "Oh, yes." He moves a hand to cover the gloved hand clutching his genitals through the blue satin shorts as an affirmation of what he wants.

"Take him to my dressing room and lay him on the studio couch there," the ringmaster commands to the two clowns who have shown up and who proceed to carry the young man out of the tent, covering the event with antics that convince the restless and concerned crowd that the tumble was all an act. As the ringmaster waves for his understudy to come forward and take over the circus maestro duties, the ringmaster assures himself that there is nothing wrong with the young man that a little special attention won't fix—that his limbs are unbruised and still malleable enough for the positions the ringmaster is contemplating putting them in. The two of them have been dancing around an inevitable coupling for weeks now and it is finally time for the master to make his mark.

The ringmaster enters his dressing room. The young man is lying on his belly on the satin-covered studio couch, his eyes half open in a semi sleep, watching the door of the trailer for the arrival of the older man. The ringmaster sits down beside him, unzips his gold satin trousers, pulls out his half-hard cock, moves the young aerialist's mouth to his cock, and caresses his cheek with a gloved hand while the young man sucks on his cock head, helping him to engorge. He turns his hip up slightly, moving deeper inside the mouth, and then he rocks back and forth as the young man feeds greedily on the thick staff.

The ringmaster then moves his gloved hand lower to pull the young aerialist's shorts down on his thighs, and he starts caressing and squeezing and kneading the young man's plump buttocks with the gloved hand. The young man moans for him and slides his mouth further down the cock.

The ringmaster moves his gloved hands to the root of his cock and slowly pushes the aerialist artist's mouth down it, holding his head between the satin-gloved hands momentarily and stroking the young man's cheeks with a satin thumb before he lowers his head and takes the young man's mouth in his in a deep kiss.

Then, moving to where he is kneeling between the young man's spread calves, the ringmaster works the aerial artist's, plump, firm buttocks cheeks with both hands. Caressing and kneading and separating them. He spreads the cheeks and leans over and blows on the young man's entrance, being rewarded with a groan and a "Please, master." He runs a satin-gloved finger over the hole again and again, making it pucker and open to him.

The young man gasps as, first, one satin thumb moves into the opening and then another, and the two gently pull, teasing the hole open. The young man isn't a virgin. His hole will open to a man, but the ringmaster knows that it will need to open much wider to take him.

"Please," the young man whispers. "Fuck me. Please."

The ringmaster's tongue goes to the hole and his gloved hands separate and stroke the buttocks.

The young man moans more deeply, and he lifts his hips off the surface of the studio coach, searching for the attention. His hands are stroking the satin covering on the couch.

The ringmaster rises on his knees, grasps the young man's waist with the satin-gloved hands, raises his buttocks, and moves his hard cock into the crack and to the hole. The young man breathes hard and gives little yipping sounds as the ringmaster invades him with the cock to the depth of the rim of the bulb. The young man is panting and groaning, learning now why the time was spent teasing the hole open. The cock is a pulsating monster. The young man writhes and lets out a cry as it sinks in another inch.

The ringmaster holds, clucking words of encouragement, imploring the young man to relax, revolving the portion of the cock that has gained purchase, waiting for the channel to give up its resistance.

"You want it, don't you?" he murmurs.

"Yes, oh yes," comes back the answer.

"Then relax, stop gripping your channel muscles."

The young man whimpers, but he does as commanded, and when the ringmaster feels the channel giving into the cock's authority, he slides in to the full depth of him while the young man howls the possession. The ringmaster immediately starts a slow stroke, which quickly builds up speed.

The young man is writhing under the ringmaster, his own cock dragging back and forth on the satin couch covering, his fists bunching up satin material, his mouth ingesting the satin of the couch and sucking on it, as the ringmaster's gold-satin shirt front comes down on the young aerialist's bare back, pushing his chest into the satin couch, and moving his nipples against the cool, slick material. The ringmaster's cock thrust, thrust, thrust, the only sound in the trailer being the heavy breathing of the younger and older men, the mewings of the young man on how well he's being fucked, and the slapping of the ringmaster's balls against the alabaster thighs of the young aerialist.

As the spotlight in his mind already starts to move again, the ringmaster's thoughts go to the creamy, satin thighs of the virginal juggler's assistant who he has only begun to cultivate.