0 comments/ 28632 views/ 11 favorites Satin Cum Boy Ch. 01 By: biggles3309 Ah Natasha, just the sound of her name made me hard and not even the pain from her gripping my hair nor the thought of what I was about to lick from her gorgeous and sexy labia would make me any the less so. I was in heaven, I was between her stocking clad thighs and having my mouth guided to suck the mingled love juices of her and her chosen client. Soon I would be pushing my tongue into her pussy and licking the sweet and sour mix from her as she clamps her legs around my head, her soft silky legs at counter point to the sharp scratching of her stiletto heels on my back. Once again I would be having to change for bed in the bathroom if I didn't wish to come up with a believable explanation. I justified the acts of treason as a way of saving our relationship. We'd had a bad time of it money wise what with redundancies and a slump in the housing market. Kay and I were making our way back up the ladder, but it was slow and the stress of no money takes its toll on a relationship and the first casualty is normally the sex life. The trouble is that I am quite adventurous and she is not so vanilla sex just isn't inspiring and when the desire to go out of your way to make it sexy is gone then..... Well it's a slippery slope. The trouble is that I still love her, she is still sexy despite our age and didn't want to break up. A new job came along that changed not only my working habits where I would be away from home regularly or working from home, but also provided me with bonus payments at regular intervals that were paid by cheque. Rather than put these in the joint account to be sucked up into bills I decided to put them aside for special occasions. One day I was at home and feeling randy, but requiring inspiration so I decided to see if there were any decent looking ladies offering services in our area for me to fantasise about as I had real intention doing anything else. There were loads of nubile young ladies offering the "girlfriend" experience, but I was looking for someone that would pamper to my imagination and fantasies. Two ladies stuck out and what started as idle enquiry with a view to a fantasy wank became a serious review of their site and punternet reports. Susanna and Natasha were quite different, the first was blonde and in her late twenties, but into her role playing and Natasha was late forties, but still very fit. Natasha's reports all said she had a blow job to die for and was able to put you at your ease if you were nervous. Kay had always been willing to suck be off, but I knew she hated the taste and she would always dash off to spit out my cum and brush her teeth which was a kind of turn off. I was therefore interested to know what a proper blow job would be like. I was so nervous when I phoned and stammered my name when Natasha answered. She was patient and asked me if I was interested in meeting her. I said I was and asked if she was available today. She said she wouldn't have been but for a "friend" cancelling on her so would I like to visit at about 4pm. This was close to when Kay got home, but my cock was overriding any common sense my mind was working on! The next question caught me off guard as she asked if I wanted to wear anything particular. I hadn't thought about this, but pictures of Natasha on her website had shown her in various outfits and I had liked a particular taupe and black satin body / basque affair with black full fashioned stockings. I had also liked the "sexy secretary" pictures so I told her this and said that I would leave her to surprise me. The appointment made I now had 5 hours for my mind to race between highly sexed and blind panic for the consequences of being caught as I had never done anything like this before. More than a couple of times I nearly bottled it, but in the end I found myself following Natasha's directions to her flat via an ATM to withdraw the required amount for the promised hour. I knocked on her door feeling like a nervous teenager that was about to ask the school goddess out on a date in front of the entire school. I was greeted by a well groomed lady that I would not have put past late thirties and at first thought this was an "assistant" as none of the photos on Natasha's site showed her face. However she introduced herself as Natasha and invited me in. I followed her to her lounge noting that she had gone for the sexy secretary look with figure hugging A line skirt with a long slit up the back to show off the seamed stockings and topped off with a satin blouse. I was in turmoil, stomach was in my throat whilst my cock was busting to get out of my pants. I was sat on the settee and brought a glass of wine, Natasha then sat next to me and started to make small talk. She chatted away and was so bright and breezy that within a few minutes I had lost my nerves and felt as though I had known her for ages. As I joined in the conversation more Natasha edged closer and her skirt rode up as she did. She then turned the conversation to what I found sexy and what had prompted me to call her. I told her that I was more adventurous than my partner and had always wanted to try certain things she was not happy with whilst also pampering to some of my quirks in the clothing department. When she quizzed me further I told her I had a bit of a fetish for satin and silky lingerie as well as stockings. Natasha smiled at this and told me that she had guessed this and would I like to undress her? I said that I would, but I also had a bit of a fantasy about having sex with a sexy boss rather than a secretary and being made to "appreciate" her beauty before being allowed to satisfy her. The reply to this took me a bit by surprise until I realised that she had picked up the role seamlessly. "Kneel down boy and do as you are told, I said undress me!" "Unzip my skirt and straighten my seams." As I knelt down Natasha turned around so I could get to the zip of her skirt. She stepped out of it as it came loose and bent over to pick it up, thrusting her well-shaped backside into my face. "Go on, feel how wonderful it is, I know you want to. Run your hands over my silky behind." It was at this point I recognised the lower half of the taupe and black lingerie from Natasha's website pictures and my already hard cock started to twitch as I did as I was bidden to do. "Enough of that now, I want to see how you are going to please me so get your clothes off." As I stood and undressed in front of her, starting to feel a bid self-aware, Natasha took off her blouse and sat in an arm chair. "All of it" she said "and then come and kneel in front of me again" Not quite so hard as before, my cock still bobbed along as I assumed my position and as I did Natasha used the toe of shoe to indicate that I should open my legs as I knelt. She then slipped off her shoe and teased my cock with her stocking clad foot until it perked up. "That's better, now shuffle up and straighten my seams." With that she lifted each leg in turn and had me run my hands from her pointed toes to her thighs. On the second leg as my hand reached her thighs she took it and placed it on her satin covered mound, using it to massage her clit through the material. "I've had a stressful day and I need you to attend to my needs. If you do it right then I may let you fuck me, how do you feel about that?" I was starting to feel giddy with pleasure, Kay had never felt this confident and it always meant that I had to drive things. She was also wary of what she considered to be a fetish with her lingerie so I could never enjoy it openly. I felt that whilst I was being "bossed" around that I could just let go and submit myself to the pleasure. "I feel very lucky Natasha." "And so you should, now put that mouth to better use than talking and kiss your way from my toes to where your hands are and don't stop massaging my clit whilst you do it!" I did as I was told and after a couple of repetitions I was told to remove her panties and stand up. Taking the black satin knickers from my shacking hands Natasha leant forward and wrapped them around my bobbing cock and started massage its full length making sure the head was treated to a sensory overload of satin crotch. Natasha was so deft and as she massaged both my cock and balls I felt sure I was going to explode. "Are you wanting to cum now? If you do then I will take it that you don't want to fuck me. Do you want to fuck me?" I was so worked up and ready, to stop now would be almost painful, but I so wanted grab Natasha's hips and slam my cock into her. "Stop please" I managed to gasp. "Mmmmm, good, I like a man with control and a desire to please. Now I think I had better see if you are good with your tongue." Her hand still holding her knickers I was pulled down to kneel again and as Natasha leant back again in the chair she put her hand behind my head and guided my mouth into place. She then used her knickers to hold my head up tight to her like a sling and rested both legs on my shoulders. I started to lick vigorously, but was told to slow down. She wanted slow deep licks and proceeded to rest her heels on my back so she could control the timing by raising her hips up and down at the required pace. I was under no illusion as to how well I could satisfy one such as Natasha, but that didn't matter, the noises she made were realistic enough for me in the heightened state I was in and all I wanted to do was feel her buck and taste her juices. I ran my hands up and down her stocking clad thighs, enjoying the soft feel first of the material and then of her skin. As her rhythm increased I gripped her hips and buried my head between her thighs harder, sticking my nose hard against her clit as she rocked and I licked as deep as my tongue would go. Whether faked or not Natasha's rocking became bucking and moans became louder until she gripped my head hard to stop me moving and just twitched for a moment before sighing and unclamping. "Now my obedient man, you had better cum. Since you have been so good I'll give you a choice, you can fuck me and cum or you can be wanked off into my knickers?" Oh how I wanted to grip her hips and bang Natasha silly, but to a certain extent I could do that any time at home with Kay, I was being offered forbidden fruit here. "Wank me off, please!" "I thought so!" and with that we stood up and she walked behind me. I felt her arms wrap round me and her body push close so I could feel the silky material she wore slide between us as she encased my cock once more with her knickers and proceeded to give me the best slow wank I have ever had. All the time she matched her satin sliding of her right hand with gentle circular massage of my prostate with the fingers of her left hand. Up and down, round and round, all I could hear was her breathing in my ear and the swish of the satin as it slid back and forth. I started to tense with the feeling of my impending explosion and Natasha sped up her ministrations. Then it was here like an electric shock it wracked my body with spasms and I pumped time again into Natasha's knickers until finally I felt my legs were going to buckle. With the wisdom of many years dealing with post ejaculatory men Natasha didn't try to make conversation. She merely wiped all of my cum from me into her satin knickers and led me to the shower room. When I had showered and dressed I returned to the lounge where there was another drink waiting along with Natasha in a satin dressing gown over her lingerie and stockings. I felt awkward again and made the mistake of trying to talk money with her and handing her the amount listed on her website for two hours as the time was now 5:30. With a smile she said that I could leave the money for an hour of her time on the counter. She then enquired if I had enjoyed myself, to which I said that I hadn't felt this good in ages, when would she be free again and could I buy her something to wear next time as she had been so generous with her knickers. A smile came across her face and she handed me her damp knickers. "Take these home as a souvenir and they may help you remember a few more fantasies. I take a size 12 and I am a 36 C. I am free on Monday at 2pm or at 4pm." Arranging for 4pm again I hurried out, stuffing my prize in my pocket as it dawned on me that Kay would be home and wondering where I was. That night, after a few quick excuses about traffic for being late to pick Kay up from the station, I couldn't wait to go surfing for lingerie. Natasha's knickers were still in my pocket and they were still damp from my large load of cum and Natasha's juices. As I surfed from one site to another I got harder and harder as I imagined what Natasha would look like in each item. After an annoying pause for dinner I hurried back to my laptop, making excuses about needing to get off an email to get me out of assisting in the after dinner clean-up. I had narrowed it down to a couple of sets, but then it dawned on me about delivery times. I then changed my searching to the local department stores like John Lewis and La Senza. The latter seemed to cater more for the younger woman and a quick review of Natasha's gallery pictures suggested that she didn't think the skimpy look was flattering for her which suited me as I like vast swathes of silk and satin to fight through. I found a number of items I liked in John Lewis and placed them in the basket for collection. By now with all this fantasising I was nearly fainting with the loss of blood from my brain to my cock and I had to go and relieve myself. Rushing upstairs to the bedroom I shut the door and retrieved Natasha's present. The black satin shimmered and looked so inviting, but I didn't want to override the remaining scent with my own so after a quick rummage I found a pair of Kay's panties that I had bought for her on our last "sexy weekend" away. These were silvery and full and I had found them in a boutique shop near a customer's site. I had got an instant hard on when I saw them and they had the same effect when Kay put them on for the first time so I had bought 2 sets in the hope that she would wear them more often. I wrapped them around my cock and started pumping whilst I brought Natasha's panties up to my face. The memory of being between her legs was so exciting and I ran my tongue along the gusset in the hope of tasting her again. My mind then wandered to thoughts of how many other men had she worn these for and had any of them spunked in them. Strange as it was that thought was not repellent, instead I got even more aroused. I then started wandering to what it would be like to see Natasha in some of Kay's underwear and before I knew it I was unloading my cum into Kay's knickers. Once again that day I felt my legs go week and I sat down on the edge of the bed as I squeezed the last drops into the silvery satin. I had been so engrossed I had not heard Kay ascending the stairs and had she not called out my name I would have been caught in flagrante delicto. As it was I had just enough time to hide the evidence under my pillow, but Kay's lingerie draw was still open. She looked at me and said. "You can't have forgotten my size? I noticed you are shopping again on the laptop, shall I get some wine baby or are you ready for me now?" With that she started hiking her skirt and swinging her hips in time to imaginary music and walked over to me. As she got closer she pushed me back so I fell onto the bed. By now her skirt was high enough to allow her to climb on the bed and straddle me, revealing the tops of her nude tights. I was just wondering how I was going to find the energy for this or even a good excuse for not having any when I noticed what she was wearing underneath her tights; the second pair of silver knickers I had bought. Now tights are a turn off as far as I'm concerned, but the combination of the silver satin and an imagination that was now replacing Kay with Natasha meant that I well on my way to recovery. Unfastening her blouse I found she had opted to use the underwired cami-top from the set rather than the bra and this meant her breast were slightly less armoured, it also meant that I could see her nipples pushing against the material. As I plunged my head between breasts and nuzzled my way over the satin my hands gripped her nylon clad hips and buttocks. I could feel the smooth material below the course nylon and I massaged her flesh through both. Kay was obviously liking the spontaneity of this and rather than breaking off to undress further as she normally would she eased one breast free from the cup of the top and pulled my head to it. My head now clamped to her nipple and held in place by Kay I increased my massaging of her buttocks and thighs, working round to the inner thighs. Here I was met with the dreaded gusset of her tights. Not wanting to wait for the formal undress that would follow breaking off, not to mention the inevitable removal of her knickers as well at this point, I grabbed two handfuls of nylon and pulled. The ripping sound was unexpectedly met with a moan of pleasure from Kay and I proceeded to now massage her clit through the satin of her knickers as I had done earlier today with Natasha. Up top I was now being guided to Kay's recently freed second breast whilst she proceeded to massage and tweak the nipple of the first. Appreciative moans were issuing from Kay and my cock was miraculously hard once again and I wanted nothing more than to rub it up and down Kay's satin covered pussy. As I was fiddling with my zipper, Kay released her grip and pushed me back all the way. "Leave that, it's mine to play with and I hope you haven't been emptying it on your own?" I hoped that any flushing that my face was doing at that point would be put down to excitement. "Never baby, and if I did it would your fault for being so damned sexy!" "Hmmm, I know what a randy little bugger you are when you have lingerie on your mind, let's see shall we." With that she undid my belt and trousers then pulled them down to my knees along with my pants. Kay then proceeded massage my balls as she stroked my cock. "They feel a bit empty, does this mean I don't have to worry about you getting too excited? If so then I think I can keep these on" With that she moved up the bed a bit so she was straddling me again and whilst pulling her knickers to one side grabbed my cock and slid it into her wet pussy. With Kay's satin covered bottom now hard against my balls she began to ride me hard. Bracing herself on my chest she leant her weight forward and rocked her hips at a steady pace whilst massaged her buttocks through the material of the tights and knickers. Desperate to feel more of the satin I ripped the tights open to the seams and finally got to grips with her knickers. "Is that better baby? I'll have to wear my suspenders and stockings to work next time. You can think of the fun I will have flashing my stocking tops to all the blokes on the train as I cross and uncross my legs. Maybe even giving them a flash of silver knickers." I should really have been upset at that thought, but instead the thought of her doing that and being at work all day in stockings was highly erotic and I griped her backside and helped her thrust harder whilst at the same time I thrust my hips up. "Ahhhhhhhhhh! You really liked that thought then ...." The rhythm of our movements was steadily increasing and Kay's moans were getting louder and louder. Then just as I thought I was going have to calm myself down lest I disappoint, Kay changed her thrusting to grinding and moans became curses. "Oooohh, fuck!... Yessss... fuck, yes, oh Jesusssss....." With that I felt her buck and grip my chest before relaxing and taking a deep breath and stopping her motions completely. "Sorry baby, you haven't finished have you? I just couldn't keep going, that was just too damned good." Satin Cum Boy Ch. 01 "Don't worry" I said, "catch your breath and I'll make you pray again." Smiling, she said, "it's a nice idea, but I'm worn out after that and a day at work, but don't worry, I'll finish you off and a way you'll like. With that she slid off the bed, took off her skirt and torn tights and then proceeded to pull on my favourite sheer stockings then the matching suspender belt to the silver knickers. Her blouse completely off now she returned to lay next to me and brought her stocking clad leg up and started to rub my cock wither thigh, letting her nylon clad foot slide up and down my inner thigh. This nylon felt much better and whilst she was doing this with her leg she toyed with my nipples, her red painted nails pinching every now and then. "Is that good baby? Yes? But it's not what you really like is it, you like my satin knickers don't you?" I was growing more mute by the minute as her leg was exciting me and all I could mumble was "Mmmmm, yes baby" "Well I'll tell you what, why don't you fuck my knickers then." With that she rolled over and pushed her hips up, presenting her satin clad backside to me. I followed her lead and knelt behind her and she leant round guiding my cock to rest in the crack of her arse. As it lay on the folds of the satin she clenched her backside so it partly held my cock wrapped in satin. I needed no further guidance, gripping her hips I ground my cock onto her, each thrust sliding my engorged head up and down the soft material. "That's it baby, does it feel good. Make sure you can feel them." Kay now reached round with a hand and flat handed made sure each of my strokes were hard against her knickers. I had long suspected that Kay like her A hole played with, but she would never admit to it and if I made too overt a move to massage it she would pull away, but now she was obviously liking the feel of my cock over the top of it and she unclenched her buttocks. "Go on baby, faster, I need you to cum, I want to see you spurt over my satin clad bottom." Now normally it's her swearing that gets me going, but hearing that and after the whole day of fantasies it was too much. After so many ejaculations it almost hurt, but it was a pleasure filled pain and once again I unloaded my balls. It wasn't huge amounts, but it was enough to look good soaking in to her panties, the white of my spunk again the darkening silver of her satin knickers. With a deep sigh I collapsed beside her. "Was that good baby? Well if you are going to buy me those ones you have on your computer downstairs then you better buy a couple of spares and some stockings for work. With that she grinned, took her knickers off, look approvingly at the spunk stains and laid them across my flaccid cock. "Now no playing, just look. I need to have a wash." Kay now proceeded to wiggle her arse as she walked to the bathroom, her hips still framed with her suspenders and stockings. Not a bad arse that, I mused as I shut my eyes to contemplate how much fun I was going to have shopping tomorrow for two women. Satin Cum Boy Ch. 02 Saturday morning, the day after what seemed like a dream. Thoughts of Natasha were running round my head along with Kay's attitude the previous night. Hither to she had always found my fetish for satin clothing a worry and although she would pamper to me by wearing whatever I bought for her, it would never be used as they were last night. I resolved to question her about it later after a couple of glasses of wine, but first I had to go shopping for my "date" with Natasha. I was getting hard just thinking about it! Whilst lying awake in the early hours, with a raging hard on wrapped in Natasha's present, I had an idea. Rather than go to John Lewis on the chance they had something I would like, I would drive out to the shop where I had bought Kay the silver set. The thought of shagging Natasha silly whilst dressed as Kay had me getting up at 5am on the pretext of needing the loo so I could relieve myself of what was becoming quite a painful erection and I was in too much of hurry for any kind of foreplay that would be needed to get a sleeping Kay interested at that time. A few hours later on, heading out the door saying I would be a couple of hours, I jumped in the car and drove the 45 miles to the small town where the boutique was located. Now normally I am not embarrassed at walking into lingerie shops, but today because it was a clandestine purchase I felt every eye on me, especially when the bell over the entrance rang, to me it sounded like Big Ben! Once inside I scanned the interior looking for satin and silk lingerie. It was a small shop so there was not many places to hide stuff, but all the displays seemed to hold skimpy and lacy stuff. Whilst this maybe what ladies like to make themselves feel sexy, it does little for me as I like the shimmer as a lady moves and the accentuation or her curves that the shine of satin gives you. Then there is the sensation of caressing it, like caressing alabaster skin. After a while the shop assistant came over and asked if I needed any help. After explaining that I had purchased a set from here last Christmas and wanted to purchase some more in the range I was told that the winter ranges had been removed in favour of the summer ranges, but that the stock would still be there as they were moving to sell on the internet more so did not need to sell stock off when the new came in anymore. "Is there any way I could purchase some of that stock whilst I am here?" I said and feeling that I need to justify myself, "We have an anniversary coming up and I am taking her away. This is her favourite lingerie and I want to surprise her by having stuff packed without her knowing." It must have been convincing as she agreed to take me upstairs to the stock room "Seeing as the shop is not busy, sir." Upstairs was like an Aladdin's cave! Some items were under plastic covers, but you could see the shimmering material beneath like jewels waiting to be dug up. I wondered what it would be like to just dive into a pile of it all. Then I had an even better thought, what if I brought Natasha here and we had a fashion show, would I be able to stand the strain? After describing the range I had bought previously I was led over to one corner where hanging rail was covered in plastic. My heart leapt when it was removed as it was the entire range and whilst some items were only in colours other than the silvery grey I adored, there were garments there I had not seen before. One of which made my cock twitch; there at the end of the rail was a petticoat. Now I had loved the look of a petticoat since junior school where I had snuck numerous peaks up my teacher's skirt, the trouble was that they were not fashionable any more, I guess because skirts came with linings now. The thought now of Natasha modelling this for me was causing my groin much distress and I was worried that the shop assistant would notice the bulge in my trousers. What also took my eye was waist clincher. From her pictures on the site, Natasha seemed to favour items that covered her midriff and with no long "body" type item in the collection, this might be better than a normal suspender belt. Telling the assistant the sizes I needed I pointed out the items I wanted; a balconette bra, the clincher, pair of full briefs, pair of French knickers and the Pièce de résistance, the petticoat (or slip as I was informed they were called now). As the assistant covered the stock back up I had a look around and spied a red set and a royal purple set. This last colour struck me as highly sexy and I wondered why I had not seen it before. I resolved to make another trip here and invest some more bonus in my growing addiction. After adding a pair of sheer full fashioned silk stockings to the pile of goodies, I had the items gift wrapped and paid for them, I then hurried back to the car and hid the box under a rug in the boot. Just before leaving I noticed a small shoe shop at the far end of the high street. Well if you are going to buy a present you need to make sure it is complete. I rushed over there hoping like hell they would have something other than summer shoes on display. They did, but unfortunately none of them were sexy enough and the only stiletto or court shoes were like ordinary work shoes. Then I remembered I didn't know Natasha's size anyway. Just as I was turning to leave I caught a glimpse of red patent leather in the back of the shop. There, on the shelf was a perfect pair of knee high shiny red boots with what must have been over 4" of spindly heel, finished in a metal cap. I wondered inside and waited until the only other customer that was there had left before heading for the shop girl. "What size are those boots please?" "Size 6 sir" Now Kay was size 6, but was Natasha? I could ring her and ask her... "Do you have any other sizes?" "Sorry sir, those are the last pair we have." Now call me fatalistic, but I was running on a high here and everything seemed to be falling in place. I decided to run with my luck and purchased them, with a rather strange look from the shop girl. Now with all my purchases stowed safely in the boot of the car I headed home. I was not sure how I was going to pass the time for the rest of the weekend as all I wanted to do right now was head straight to Natasha's! Fortunately this weekend the British Grand Prix was on which as an avid motor racing fan, kept me occupied for most of the afternoon with qualifying and gave me a good excuse not to discuss where I had been that morning. Once that was over though my mind turned back to the wonders that my car boot held and I thought about stealing another look at the petticoat I had bought. Calling out to Kay she replied she was reading in the garden and that I was missing a lovely day. Shouting that I need to check my email I headed out to the car. Now where was I going to hide these boxes in the house? My thoughts were now coming from the male secondary brain and I decided that I would worry about that later, all I wanted to do now was find somewhere quiet to run my hand and maybe my cock over the material. Rushing up stairs I dived into the spare bedroom that doubled as an office for me now and laid both boxes on the bed. My main interest was the petticoat and ever so carefully I unwrapped it and left the tissue paper such that I could put it back just as I found it. I then picked up the object of my desire. The material slid against itself and I brought it up to my face and held over my mouth and nose, imagining me like this on Monday, but this time with Natasha wonderful bottom the other side of the material. I so desperately wanted rub it all over my very rigid cock, but I didn't want to ruin the petticoat before Monday. Then I remembered Kay's panties from last night and I dashed into the bedroom to hunt through her laundry basket. There they were, still sporting my spunk stain as well as signs of Kay's arousal on the crotch. I grabbed them and the stockings & garter belt that Kay had doffed following our session and headed back to the spare bedroom. I now thought of the boots and opening the box I took one out. With the cardboard shapers still inside it stood tall as I held the ankle, they were bright red and I could see my face in them. Turning it over I looked at it from the perspective I would have, knelt before her ready to plunge my cock between her puffed lips and just before Natasha clamped her legs around my neck. Aroused beyond caring of what might happen if Kay walked in I dropped my trousers and pants, moved the boxes to under my desk before laying down on the single bed. I put my hands inside the stockings and ran them up my legs, their light touch tickling, but arousing me as I imagined Natasha rubbing her legs up mine. I then ran them over my cocked and the sensation made it twitch and bounce in time with my heart beat as my blood pressure climbed. Finally wrapping the garter belt and stockings around my balls and the base of my cock I grabbed Kay's pants and Natasha's petticoat (to be). With the latter over my face again and Kay's pantie wrapped around my cock I started sliding the smother material up and down. I was ecstatic, the petticoat was sliding over my face and the sensation of the satin on my cock was getting too much, but I didn't want to finish yet. I wanted to know what it would be like to feel my cock rubbing satin on satin. I brought the petticoat down off my face and re-arranged the panties so my cock was inside them, the head almost in the crotch and the backside upper most. I then carefully laid the petticoat on top as I didn't want to crease it. Now I proceeded to slide the two against each other..... ohhh! The gliding of the two items made it feel like I was sliding in and out of silky wet pussy, Natasha's pussy. I then remembered the boot lying beside me and I brought it up as before and imagined being told to lick and suck the spiky heel before having it run down my chest, tugging at my chest hairs as it went and leaving a red weal in its path. I added more pressure to the fingers that were rubbing the petticoat up and down. I could feel the welling sensation in my nylon clad balls and tightening of my crotch. I shortened my stroke and moved it so it was mostly the head of my cock that was being rubbed and pressed harder, I was getting hotter and I could feel the sense of urgency rising..... I was seconds away from exploding when I heard the lounge door open and footsteps coming up the stairs. Suddenly I was stone cold, my heart leapt into my mouth and my stomach turned over. How the hell was I going to explain this? I leapt up, grabbing the petticoat and with as much haste as I could I placed it delicately back in its wrapping and folded the paper over. I then put the lid on and pushed the box further under the desk. What now, get dressed? Hide Kay's lingerie? No, fuck! The boot. I grabbed that and placed it back in its box as well. Placing the lid on it I slid it on top of the lingerie box. I now pulled my pants and trousers up, the zip just hitting the top as the door opened and Kay stuck her head in saying. "How are you doing up here, ready for a drink?" I must have looked guilty or something as the last bit of the sentence trailed off. The words "what have you been up to" were just forming as she looked down at the soiled panties from the night before at my feet. She gave me one last look before turned on her heels and left. I was deep in it now, I knew I should follow, but what was I to say? After all this time with Kay I also knew to give her time to formulate her thoughts before talking to her so I decided to repack the petticoat and boot properly before shoving her panties in my pocket and heading downstairs. I had barely sat next to her before she turned and glowered at me. "So tell me honestly, are you gay or a transvestite, or something...?" she demanded of me. Somewhat gob smacked at the question I said "What? No! It's nothing like that." "What is it then? Do you dress up in my clothes when I'm not here?" "Again, no" I tried to think how to phrase it. "I love the way they feel against my skin, but I don't want to dress up in them." It was at this moment I remembered I hadn't removed her stockings from around my cock and I shifted in my seat to sit up a bit. "So it's not me that you find sexy, it's my lingerie then?" "No, you are taking it the wrong way. I find the lingerie enhances your sexy side, but it is not the lingerie I make love to." "So what was going on just now, because I wasn't involved?!" "That was more replaying last night. It was the first time you had done that and I loved it, I wanted to relive it." There was a moments silence before her reply to that last comment. "Well that's all very neat and tidy isn't it, an answer for everything as usual. I just don't believe it. I'm going out to see Sue, we are then going out on the town. I may or may not be back tonight. You can go and play with yourself all evening now, I'm sure you know where all my lingerie is!" With that she stormed out, slamming the door behind her with a parting comment of "I'll see if Sue knows any real men!". Normally with Kay out for the evening I would have enjoyed myself, a debauched gaming sessions finishing with exactly as Kay had said, on the bed with a pile of silky lingerie and a good wank to a porn film. Tonight however she had kind of put me off. I wasn't sure if it was because she knew, or had told me I could that took the edge off it. I hadn't taken any notice of the "real men" comment as it wasn't the sort of thing Kay did, but I did wonder what would happen if she did. Sue was a bit of a cougar, recently divorced, again, and had an eye for the younger man. - And she had been known to seek out the darker meat for the satisfaction of the size. Now I wasn't short of an inch or nine, but I wasn't a monster either. I definitely wasn't a TV and so wearing Kay's clothes held no excitement, but as I got bored and idly perused xHampster on the iPad I flicked through the cuckold films and found myself watching a film about a wife bringing her black stud home to the panty wearing husband who was tied to a chair and forced to watch with his wife's soiled knickers on his erect cock. She then proceeded to use her foot to wank him off as the stud took her from behind, giving the husband a good view of his balls slamming into his wife. Now I have no wish to be a cuckold in anyway as sharing Kay or even thinking of her shagging someone else would all end in trouble as I am possessive of her, but after the events of the day I found myself day dreaming of this unfolding here and now. I was getting quite worked up and taking the iPad to the spare bedroom (for some reason I didn't want to use our master bedroom) I grabbed a couple of items of Kay's that she would dress up in for naughty weekends away. A satin nightie, a satin pencil skirt, a silky blouse and the bra from last night. I then took the knickers form my pocket and after stripping I removed the stockings and garter belt from around my cock. I was just about to go and fetch my favourite pair of open toed high heels (or "fuck me pumps") as I referred to them when I thought of the red boots. What a wonderful twist it would have been if I had given to them to her and she then went out and had found her "stud". Coming back to rub my nose in it wearing the new boots, the petticoat and the silver lingerie..... I wasn't about to unpack the lingerie again, or soil them, but I did grab the boots and went to lay down on the spare bed again. Here I wanted to simulate being helpless, but tying myself up was not going to be easy so instead I pulled the pencil skirt down over my head and torso so my arms felt pinned to my side, but I was able to still masturbate. The rest of the clothes I arranged over my lower half in such away as though they had been thrown over me as she had undressed. This meant most of my lower half was cover in sexy satin. I then put my cock inside one of the stockings like a giant condom and wrapped the remaining around the base of my balls and put the whole lot inside the soiled knickers. Finally I took the boot and placed it such as the wife's foot was in the movie. The heel pressed into the base of my cock and sole came half way up my erect member. Moving the boot up and down my cock as Kay would have to wank me off was OK, but it wasn't hitting the spot. I tried moving the boot so the sole was on the glands of the head of my cock, but it still wasn't right. Finally I spun the boot around and placed the spiky heel on the head of my cock and the sole halfway down the shaft. I now pushed as I forced the bot up and down my cock and the sensation of the spiky heel pushing through the satin and nylon was fantastic. There was only one thing missing, the scent of Kay's pussy. I whipped the panties off my cock and put them over my head as in the film, but instead of the crotch inner most I kept the satin to my skin. I could now smell Kay and with no satin in between metal and nylon covered skin I could also feel the heel of the boots more directly on the head of my cock. I was now really worked up and could easily have just wanked myself off in a matter of seconds, but I wanted to savour this, it was so naughty and given the events of the day it had a touch of realism to it that made it extra exciting. I pretended that I wasn't going to be allowed to come quickly, but instead brought to the brink and held whist her lover made her orgasm again. This time though I would be on the floor staring up as she bent forward to steady herself on the bed. Her stud with the huge black cock would now be banging her right above me and I would have a clear view of it as if piston'd in and out of her getting more and more lubricated with every groan from Kay. Kay would obviously be wanking me off with her shiny red leather booted foot, the movement of her foot coming from the pounding motion of her lover rather than from Kay's leg muscles. This way, as she let me know, I would be cumming with her .... If she let me. I had now slid down to lay on the floor so I could add to the fantasy a feeling of realism. Such was it, I was getting really worked up. I was also really feeling mixed emotions, I was finding this situation so sexy, but at the same time I had an immense desire to stop it. I was actually feeling guilt at imagining it as I doubt I could live with myself, or Kay, if it really came true. The film was still playing in the back ground and had got to a part where I had stopped it before to come upstairs so I didn't know what was to come next. The wife on the film was now taunting the husband. "I'm going to let him cum inside me, I'm not taking the pill and I'm going to let him impregnate me. I'm going to have a little black baby. He's going to bring his mates round and they are going to fill me with their seed too, I'm not going to know who the father is..... It just won't be you!" That thought, whilst normally abhorrent was highly erotic. Kids were never on the table for us as a couple, but the thought of Kay being impregnated so obviously by another man was getting me excited. I pressed down harder with the heel of the boot as I pumped my cock with it. I could feel a monster of an orgasm brewing, the whole of my body was starting to tense and as much as I wanted to make this last longer, to stop this one would leave me frustrated. What wasn't helping either was the sound track of the film, the wife was over acting her orgasm as they do in films, moaning and screaming, but it was having the desired effect for me. As the actress reached a crescendo I couldn't hold it any longer, my whole body tensed and my hips bucked as I pumped streams of cum into the stocking. As I lay there breathing hard with my cock twitching and the more fluid part of my cum seeping through the nylon to stain the material of the pencil skirt laying across my chest the wife on the sound track was cooing. She then said to her screen husband; Satin Cum Boy Ch. 02 "Now you have a choice, you can either lay back and watch as his sperm impregnates me, or you can lick me out and suck up all his cum. -- not that you really have a choice pantie boy! That's it, lick and suck it all up you pantie wearing cuck!" The sounds of muffled sucking had me grabbing the iPad and watching the final scene of the husband in the story on the ground as his wife sat astride his upper chest and flexed her abdominal muscles to make the cum ooze out. The husband licking it up as it dribbled down. Finally the wife grabbed a handful of hair and shoved his head between her thighs, his nose and tongue disappearing as she jerked her hips up and down. The thought of this had me getting hard again despite the thought of eating another man's cum being beyond the pale. Kay had always refused to eat my cum, stating it tasted sour, but then she had a very sweet tooth. It was at this moment I wondered what it tasted like. Another man's cum was one thing, but mine, it was a product of my body after all? I was getting excited again and as such the higher functions of my brain were being ignored in favour of the male secondary brain. I pulled the stocking off my cock and scrunched it up until the toe area was accessible. Tentatively I stuck my tongue into the white gelatinous goo hanging to the nylon. It tasted salty. I pushed it in further and brought a lump of the gloop into my mouth so it ran down my tongue. It was slimy, but as far as I was concerned just mildly salty, it was more the texture that was funny. I swallowed the first mouthful and then proceeded to lick the nylon clean. I felt weird, I had just eaten a man's cum, laying on the ground covered in Kay's lingerie after fantasising about watching her being screwed by another man. I was abhorred not so much for my imagination, but for the fact that I was excited about it rather than upset, in fact I was erect once again. I got up and put the boot away, checking to see if I had got anything on it first. I then gathered up Kay's clothes and put the skirt and blouse back in the wardrobe. I was going to put the nightie back in the laundry basket with the other items when I had a naughty thought. Kay said she may not come home tonight, but she definitely would be late. I ran downstairs, my cock bobbing at half-mast and locked the front door. Turing off all the lights I left the keys in the door so it couldn't be opened from the outside and headed back upstairs. I had never "worn" Kay's clothes before, what I had said earlier was the truth, but I had draped them across my skin and loved the feel of them. I now pulled the nightie over my head and let it slip down. It was tight around the chest and I worried I would split the seams so I lower the shoulder straps and slid it down to more around my waist. To cover my shoulders I grabbed her satin house coat and put it on. This was long and slid around my sating covered torso with a perceived swish. I then took her stockings and garter belt and slid my foot into the nylon. The one foot was still wet from my cum and saliva and felt cold, but the rest as it slid up my legs, felt smooth and warm. Affixing the belt around my waist I had to use the outer most hooks and adjust the length of the straps as my legs were longer than Kay's. Running my hands over the satin material of the suspenders, my skin and finally the re-enforced upper part of the stockings I started to quiver. My cock also started to bounce again. I finally stepped into the silver satin panties and pulled them up. They were tight and my rigid cock poked out by a good 3-4 inches as the elasticated tops squeezed my cock against my abdomen. I wanked the head of my cock a few times as I ran my other hand over the material covering me. I felt ecstatic! I could easily have just wanked myself off again standing there, but I wanted to make this last a bit longer. The tightness of the panties also restricted my ability to get a full stroke so I slid the panties off again and climbed into bed. I had read that one way to delay an orgasm was to use something called an Arab strap, this restricted flow of blood back in the veins, but not the artery and so made the penis swell. A by-product of this was delayed ejaculation, though why was unclear to me. Taking the satin belt from the house coat I made a noose from it and placed it over my cock and balls before tightening it. I then wrapped the remained about the base of my cock tightly. The result was a satin mummification of my balls and lower half of my cock. If I wasn't already excited I'm sure this would have got me to full mast in no time, as it was, within seconds my cock was swelling and my veins were sticking out. It felt mildly painful but in a way reminiscent of being gripped tightly, which Kay had learnt, made me ejaculate with force. I now slipped my throbbing cock inside Kay's knickers again and lay back in bed to wank. The sensation of my nylon clad legs on the bed sheets as well as the coolness of the satin garments against my skin was electric. I felt sexy! I felt a bit worried, I had eaten cum -- despite it only being mine -- and now I was wearing Kay's lingerie, AND I was loving it. Was I becoming gay? The feeling of the satin against my straining cock blurred that thought and I grabbed the iPad. I put the previous film on again and lost myself in the imagery once more. The cock "tie" did indeed help, as I got more excited the more it tightened and I lost sensation. It meant I got through the film to the final scene without cumming, but now I wanted to. I furiously unwound the stain tie and loosed the noose, I felt normal blood flow return and as such the full sensation of the material sliding up and down my cock just in time for the wife to start screaming again. As the film stud blew his load so did I, though nowhere near as much. I had positioned the panties so the head of my cock was beating against the crotch and so as I spurted this time it was soaked well and truly the stained material from the day before. This meant that this time I matched my fantasy with the film I was licking my cum from the soiled crotch of Kay's worn panties. The taste was different this time as I got a mixed flavour of mine and Kay. It was lovely and I wanted to do this for real now. Exhausted from all the excitement I wrapped the panties about my cock once more and pulled the duvet up. My cock was almost sore from the night's abuse, but it wasn't going to go totally limp as I felt so naughty in a sexy way. I was going to sleep in our bed, wearing Kay's clothes and although she wouldn't be able to get in without me letting her in I felt excited about committing this "crime". I wondered if I should relate all this to Natasha on Monday? Ah Natasha, I wonder what it would be like to wear her lingerie whilst eating my cum from her? Oh why hadn't I thought of that earlier! - I had her present still hidden away. I rolled over to my bedside draw and rifled to the bottom to grab the wonderfully smooth panties. There was no way I could wank again now so instead I slipped the black satin panties on and pulled them up. My limp cock was almost contained by them and I encased the tip of my cock with Kay's panties so I wouldn't dribble on Natasha's present and pushed all down inside the garment. It barely contained everything, but it felt wonderful and I rolled over onto my front so I rock myself to sleep feeling my cock sliding up and down inside layers of satin. When I woke up I could do this all again, this time I would be licking my cum from Natasha!