0 comments/ 164623 views/ 0 favorites Satin Sheets By: seduce888 After our chat online my hard cock was standing erect, out of the ordinary it rose even higher. Giving me your address as I memorized every number and raced to the car, to interstate 70 I went. Once I got to your door, late Friday evening, the lights were out, no noise. I hesitate my brisk knock, then went ahead and tapped the door hard enough for you to here upstairs with my knuckles. Suddenly a soft walk I heard coming closer to the front door, 1:00a.m., when my heart rushed to my throat, hands perspiring, and a hard-on the size of an average banana to tame you with. You appear before me dressed in a white fury robe, snug and high up your lovely creamy thighs. I notice your thighs right away and between the opening of the top portion of the short robe where I witness a small part of your well-rounded breasts, sides of each of the shapely nude bosoms that seem restless. Thoroughly undressing one another with our roaming eyes that are enlightened by the way we stare, study, the pain of not having sex in awhile which boosts the appetite even more. You invited me inside as you close the door behind me, insisting that I follow your hourglass frame to your bedroom at the top of the stairs. Closing yet another door once I was in with your buttock. Then watching you loosen up, lower the robe carefully from a set of smooth creamy shoulders that were indeed yours. Teasing me with those lusty eyes that were locked onto my bulge, weakening my knees, and my eyes that are attracted to your curly blonde hair. Then you begin to undress me, brown netted jersey first and then my tight jeans. Appreciative of everything your feverish eyes were seeing. "Come to bed with me," you said, with a brief smile. Fluffing both pillows and begging me to lay by your side, with utmost casual stares. I scooted my bare feet frantically across the carpet and onto the bed where we met in the middle of the satin red sheets on our knees. Rubbing one another all over, smoothing out the rough edges of our near naked body. Softly we spoke of what our needs are as we brush over each other's sexy panty with our hands. Then briefly down into the skimpy garments as we study the looks we both share as our lips meet, and pressing of two vital pelvis's in order to muster a feeling in our nylon exotic garments. We kiss and massage each other, working our fingers between our bodies, inside the elastic for "you" to gain control of my hard shaft and "me" to gain a brush across your pubic fiber I yearn to see and taste. "Are you cool with this?" I said, running my fingers through your wiry thick orchard of much moistness that I quickly felt with two fingers. "Yes, Oh yeah," you calmly bark out. Tugging down the twin narrow strings along my hips until you are able to see, too, this thickness of my body hair and shaft appearing outside the garment now, while my frustrated legs quiver the more your petite fingers guides along my skimpy brief and down to my toes. Nestling your throbbing neck veins as I rub farther down and inside your string bikini to reveal a small portion and relieve the tension you must be enduring. Then suckling the hard nipples and massaging underneath, one, with a stern rub. Biting harshly the harden object that I took out while I listen to your soft moans of lust. Then carefully lowering your beautiful built down onto the bed. Spreading your legs apart and crawling, slither, like a cobra between your warm splendid thighs. Dragging my enormous stiff shaft along the sheets that was very much a stimulation to the cherry knob as I work my taste buds across your weaken pasture. "Do you mind if I take your panty down and graze in your pubic hair?" I mutter, still in shock from the feeling I have of dragging my cock against the satin sheets. No, why should I. Took yours off didn't I?" you said, chewing your lower lip as to ease the thrill of what you soon would feel, and plant your hands onto my bare shoulders as I work my limp tongue down the front of you. Staring into one another's desirable eyes, all the way down to your pelvis bone, while we witness this glow and glitter in each of our distorted pupils. Our fleshy bones were heating up, yours more than mine, like you were wanting to do something spontaneous to me. The more I lick across your hairs, the more excited you become. Especially when my fingers went under you, grasping the firmness of the twin cheeks to squeeze tighter with each circular motion of my tongue inside the wiry thick hair that you must be enjoying when I looked up. "Oh, yes…baby!" you cry out. Bridging up, fondling your own breasts that I see, and the way you were breathing took my own breath away as I rotate my hips, bringing one knee up to massage softly the dampness of your pussy. "I want to eat you out," I said, working my hips around and focus on the moistness right before me. Then I clamp tighter your inner thighs with both hands and breath heavily in the strands while my burning taste buds reaches the filament that are so desirable, utmost uncanny to me. A longing for such a gapping hole was growing inside me the more my eyes squanders this deep depression. "Please do!" you snarled, looking deeper into the photo above your head before laying it flat down to the headboard. Suddenly I was barely inside you, caressing your thighs, moving my tongue around to comfort your wet walls. Then surging forward when I felt your fingers in my short hair and gripping my broad shoulders tightly. It was like you were anticipating another deep penetration to the womb. I kept these dangerous thoughts in mind, visions of a man coming home from the bar after closing time and catching me in his bed. Devouring a pretty woman and studying the glee and satisfaction in her coos and body language that was exploiting how she is feeling right now. Maneuvering my naked posture to rest my swelling between your legs that is after I had enough juices your body indeed released. Never have I felt so passionate, so daring, so devouring, then I did that night with you in my mind. Relishing the fact that I was capable of delivering to your body the fluids and fashions that you said was in dire need of a mans' touch. Vital tool so vibrant and strong dwelling in your deep depression that made a great impression on your spouse when he came home and I was long gone. E-mailing me the visions you sought when you and Frank finally made love that evening and the way he ate you was even more exciting. Not to mention the way you went down on him the way you did me. But all and all I was glad that I could help her in a desperate time of need, participate in this avenue of pleasure she wanted me to engage so that she can finally feel what I've been doing to others like her. Lying in my bed in a zebra bikini with a stiff one in my hand and the lights way down low so that other's like me can share, too, this fondness of the opposite gender ringing loudly inside my head. Raising up my masculine frame, on my heels, bridging up to see your eyes in the photo you gave me. Body inches from the purple satin sheets as I work my cock over, glancing to the picture, jacking myself off, while the sweat begins to spill over my bald chest. Never have my body, or I, felt so tense as it did a few hours ago, willing to undress you again for the chance to witness this taste in my mouth once more. Pounding my hideous erection with sways and harsh heaves when I begin to feel the rich lava surfacing to the tip of my knob. Frustrated that you are not in sight, not undressed before my hands and lofty tongue atop your swelled breasts. Just when I am about to cum, I study the picture, watching your face change from a smile to that horny look you gave me once I've taken off all your clothes except the skimpy nylon panty and matching top. Moving my ornery taste buds over your shiny hair, which lies atop the scalp. Soothing the emptiness in your sweet innocent lips, turning to shame with the first chew of your erect nipple. Lying here with my colorful hair's slipping out, cock forming a giant tent and the look on your face when I continue to stroke with the palm along its veins and flesh of my jerky finger crimping the sensitive tip. Holding back the hot cum until you were between my knees and a hand down your silky panty to feel the texture of every sliver of darkness my eyes, too, sees escaping from the barricade. My eyes were weakening all over again, sounds you make when I squeeze your frail hard tits and work them both over with my fingers and loose lips that still quiver even though you're a picture. Energizing me to the hilt once you begin to work more of the barricade down your thighs, knees, toes. Explaining with the constant blankness of your hard face what your needs are, where you want to suck, where your hands will lead me if I follow them between our legs. Lying here with my heart pounding, squeezing the tip of my climax to the point where I would burst if not released. Reluctant to see through the glitter in your eye, moist lips on my chest, hair that I comb as I allow you to slither down my front totally naked in the flesh. Moaning all the way down to what ails me, to what was appearing to stalk you with constant frustration. Slowly I felt the bitterness that I was sewing, streaking down your lips that I see before your suckling gestures. "Oh, you know how much that tingles?" "Yes, yeah I do," you said, winking with a bright smile. "I enjoy grasping hold of your stiff muscle and rub its fascinating cherry knob slowly across my straight lips before taking it deeper inside these carefree lips of mine." Smacking her sticky lips together. Yeah, yes I was relieved once more by you. Satin Sheets You're sitting alone on the couch in front of a fire, enjoying the warmth. It's cold out side so you've curled up with a cup of hot cocoa. You're just sitting enjoying the quiet crackling of the fire. Suddenly a strip of red satin comes in front of your face and is tied across your eyes. You didn't even know I was home. I pull you up from the couch and kiss you deeply on the lips. You open your mouth the speak but I press my finger to your lips, "Shhhhhh, don't talk" I whisper and begin to lead you away. You don't know where I'm leading you. You can guess that were headed down the hallway, its cold and rather drafty. We then turn left and enter a room that is significantly warmer and quite sweet smelling. I stop leading you and let go of your hand. I then begin to unbutton the shirt of mine that you're wearing and slide it off your shoulders. You're now standing before me, naked, with out any idea where we are. I take your hand once again, and turn you to your left I move in front of you and grab your other hand as well, and step back pulling you with me. You hear a very quiet sound but aren't sure what it is. You hear it once more. I pull you closer and whisper, "Step down." You begin to step down and your foot breaks the surface of some very warm water. That is when you realize where we are. We're in our bathroom and I have prepared a beautiful bath for the two of us. I sit down at the end of the tub and pull you down into my lap so that we are sitting in tandem in the tub. I pick up a lather builder and begin to scrub you all over with extremely aromatic soaps that smell of roses and strawberries. I kiss the nape of your neck from behind and thoroughly wash you. After nearly a half an hour I help you out of the tub and dry us off with a huge warm towel before leading you into another room. You're pretty sure it's the bedroom and your suspicions are confirmed when I lie you down on the bed. You lay there wondering what's coming next. I kiss you on the lips gently without using my hands. You smile. I kiss the nape of your neck. You smile more. Then I stop. You're still smiling but this is a different smile, not of pleasure, but of anticipation. All of a sudden you feel the wetness of my tongue in your mound, down between your legs. You jump slightly in surprise as I drag my tongue across your clit stirring a wanton desire deep within you. I stop. And you wonder again what's next. Next thing you know I begin tying your hands securely to the bed with soft silk cloth. You wonder where this is going you feel hopeless, restrained, and yet, you realize you have never been more aroused in your life. You wonder where I could be as you don't feel me there with you. Then you feel the bed sink as it takes my weight in stride as I climb on. I am careful not to touch you as to leave you wondering. You feel something slightly warm touch your lips and instinctively open your mouth. You let the object slide in and get the succulent taste of chocolate in your mouth. You begin to suck the chocolate only to find what's beneath it is rough and slightly cool to the touch. The subtle tartness strikes you first but it's very familiar. But the combination of texture and taste gives it away...You bite into the most succulent and juicy strawberry you have ever tasted in your life. The combination of fruit and chocolate is heavenly. You feel my weight shift as I reach for another. Again you feel the soft warmth of the chocolate on your lips and stick out your tongue it lick it off the berry. You then take in into your mouth and begin sucking the rest of the chocolate off. Your first thought is that this straw berry is quite a bit larger than the last. As you continue to dine on the creamy chocolate you realize that not only is one larger but it lacks the texture of a strawberry as well. You're quite confused. As you finish the chocolate and continue to ponder what this new fruit could be you notice the slight saltiness and smooth texture. It is however not familiar as the strawberry was. Then this foreign delicacy begins to enter your mouth deeper and I push it in urging you on. You let it slide into you mouth all the time wondering what it is. You hold it in your mouth and run your lips and tongue across it trying to determine what it is, when you feel me reach behind your head and untie the blindfold letting it fall from your eyes. You find yourself in our bedroom lying in our bed witch has been dressed with the softest satin sheets. We are drenched in candle light and as your eyes adjust to the light you look to see what this delicious thing in your mouth is. You are slightly startled as you look and see nothing but me. Not my face. My belly. You realize that for the past few minutes you have been gently and curiously sucking on my erect cock. This triggers an animalistic growl deep within your being as you become instantly aroused and very wet between your legs. In your blind, passionate desire you suck sharply and swallow the entire length of my cock into your throat. And begin nursing me wanting nothing else but for me to empty my fluid into your mouth so you can taste my juice as you tasted the juice of the strawberry. You suck on my member with conviction looking up at me and begging me for my cum with your eyes. As you continue your motions I reach down and free your hands giving you the opportunity to use them if you wish. You reach up and cup my balls as you continue to suck my cock. You then switch. You begin to gently suck and lick my balls as you stroke my shaft with your tight little fist. You feel my balls begin to tighten and realize that I'm going to cum. You return your mouth to my shaft and bob up and down several more times before releasing it and pumping my shaft wildly. I begin to grunt and moan as a stream of hot sticky cum launches itself from my penis and strikes you on your face just above your nose. The warm fluid drips down your nose and down your cheek beneath your eye. You then close your mouth around the head once more and continue to pump me as a release my huge load into your mouth. As I finish, you release me and bring a finger up to your face cleaning the cum from your cheek and the little bits that dribble from the sides of your mouth. You then insert your finger into your mouth and remove it completely clean as you swallow slowly and open your mouth for me as if to say "all gone." Then you suddenly and sharply push my chest knocking me back onto my back. Then you slowly crawl up my body past my still hard and throbbing cock up my body to my chest as you playfully nibble on my nipples and continue to climb up me looking just like a hungry jungle cat. You arrive at my face and plant a firm and passionate kiss on my lips while you sit down on my loins. You are so wet that my turgid cock slides easily into your tight awaiting pussy. You release me from the kiss at sit back as you begin a steady rhythm on top of me, my cock sliding in and out of your wanton love tunnel. You pick up the pace and amplitude of your motions. You begin to bounce and thrash around on top of me fucking me wildly. You continue this as I reach up and caress your breasts I lick my fingers and pinch a nipple with one hand while I reach down to where you and I meet and begin rubbing and teasing your clit with the other. Your throw your head back causing your long flowing hair to fly around your face in a very sexy manner. You unleash a scream of utmost pleasure from deep inside as your already tight pussy begins to constrict around me making your passage even tighter. Your orgasm racks your body and causes you to tighten more still. The tightness is too much for me. And as you are racked my the most earth shattering multiple orgasm I cant hold it anymore and explode inside you with a force that you can feel with ease. You feel the force of my ejaculation and are astonished; the feeling drives you over the edge once again. You scream with wild abandon as you are raised to the heights of bliss. After you come down from your pleasure you collapse on top of me. Both of us are too tired to move. We slowly fall asleep with you on top of me and my spent cock still buried deep within your pussy... Satin Sheets SATIN SHEETS; Or, She Slept With the Writer An Exercise in Metaerotica * * * A foot sticks out from the edge of the bed, chubby little pink toes with red toenails on a small puffy foot. The rest of you is covered, satin sheets curving like rolling hills over your voluptuous body, blonde frizzy curls cascading over your face. Daylight has begun to light the room, but you are still asleep; only the foot looks ready for play. Hours ago I was sucking those toes as I gave you what you wanted, what you begged for. Now they just hang out in space, being adorable. Calling me. I sit down next to your foot and rub my hand along your sturdy thigh, the satin sheet in between. You stir, slightly, and as you do so your big round breasts roll around under the sheets. I can't quite make out their shape but the sight of them jiggling about under there is tantalizing. My cock begins to rise and as it does the head brushes against the bottom of your foot. Eyes still closed, you smile when you realize what's touching you. You wriggle your large curvy bottom against the bed, scooting down to where your foot can get a better feel, and begin massaging my crotch with the ball of your foot. I continue rubbing my hand against your thigh and follow the line of it up to your hip, feeling the broad hips, then the scratchy triangle of fur under the satin. My cock is erect now and your foot is pressing it against my stomach, rubbing the glans. It's a little too rough-- your foot hasn't done this often, I imagine-- so I pull the sheet back a little to reveal your other foot and, in the process, one of your big round breasts. I move my leg onto the bed and position my cock between your feet. You smile even more broadly and begin to rub my cock between two gorgeously chubby feet, toes extended, the line of each calf rounded and muscular at the same time, like a dancer on point (Alexandra Beller more than Margot Fonteyn, admittedly). I savor the feeling of your soft, supple feet massaging my stiff cock for a few moments, looking at your beauty as you lay there, eyes closed but between sleep and wakefulness. The multitudes of curls, going this way and that on the pillow. The cherubic face, round cheeked and full-lipped, the little mischievous smile, the baby fat under your chin which I nuzzled while I was thrusting into you so that I could enjoy your scent. The sweet-sweaty smell you gave off as you worked up that sweat riding me thrust for thrust. And then the one breast that peeks out to look at me, full and voluptuous, sliding off to one side, making a little chubby triangle of flesh between arm and chest, a soft spot along the side of your ribcage, good for stroking as I had you face down and licked at you from behind. I would love to come on your chubby little toes, the mental image of them sticking out of the bed with stripes of white cum is quite entrancing, but I have other things in mind and so I slide up the bed now, kissing your soft neck, the upper part of your chest. I slide the sheet down over the other breast and see them both now, round and ripe, sliding off their perches with their weight. I nuzzle the place in between and rub them against my face, so large and heavy, so soft. They are enough to almost cover my face with, exquisitely big, yet delicate, ending in a small pink-red point which I lick and suck at. You wriggle appreciatively against the bed. I keep moving down. Now to your belly, soft and smooth, I rub my face against its velvety expanse. It was one of the things that attracted me first to you, in the marketing meeting to discuss promotional tie-ins for "The Sapphic Pirate Miranda"-- my lesbian pirate story that had become a nationwide sensation. You were showing me concept sketches for Happy Meal toys, but all I could see was you, exactly the sort of voluptuously luscious woman who my stories were about. When I suggested that we meet for dinner, you knew that here, at last, was a man who truly appreciated the beauty and sexiness of a full-sized woman such as yourself. Dinner was short, the ride back to my hotel excruciatingly long, the time after that... unforgettable. Now I am between your legs. I spread them apart, I feel heat coming from your moist pussy. The lips are still inflamed from the pounding I gave them, I can tell as I lick the outer edges gently, opening them up with my tongue. Your juices are thick, still mingled with my own. It doesn't bother me, it excites me, and I dive in further, feeling you spread apart as I run my tongue up the hot, slippery labia... ... but it's too much for you, you're tender after last night and you push my head away regretfully. Your wetness (ours, now that I think of it) still on my face, I move up next to you as you turn on your side and we kiss, less hungrily than last night, but savoring the taste of each other on our faces. I run my hand along your hip, enjoying your mountainous curves as they slope from the broadness of your hips and the roundness of your bottom to the strong, sturdy thighs at one end, the soft ticklish tummy at the other. I rub the top of my hand along your round tummy and you take my cock in your hand, rubbing the head of it gently against the soft cushiony flesh. I move up and now you're jacking me off while rubbing the head against your velvet-soft tummy; I give in, transported by the sensation, my cock-head slipping around in a little spot of its own lube on your stomach. I press against your belly harder and you cup my balls as I rub them against your soft tummy too. Again, the mental image of shooting all over your tummy, rubbing the goo around on your soft white flesh is intoxicating-- but again one of us has a different idea in mind. You push me back against the bed and slide down, still grasping my cock. At first your big round tits brush against my cock, and I'm thinking, if you're thinking what I'm thinking that will be really nice. But then you move all the way down and push my cock up, and I feel your tongue licking my balls, coating them, enveloping them. A moment of that and then your tongue moves down further, you push my legs back and I feel your tongue tickling my asshole, pushing against it to open it up. I moan with the sheer sensory overload of it, and within a moment I have to stop you, now it's my turn to be simply too worn out after last night's ecstasy. We lay there for a moment, looking at each other, me up on the bed and you halfway down my body, wondering what's next. I know what I want but I'm still too blissed out to make my body move toward getting it. Finally you start to roll back onto your back and I motion no, onto your stomach. Now it's my turn to embrace your beautiful big ass, to rub my face against the massive round cheeks, feel my way up from your meaty thighs to your soft mashed breasts underneath you. I spread your cheeks apart and jab my tongue straight into your ass, feeling it open more and more as the point of my tongue probes your wrinkled hole. I move up and press my cock into the crack of your ass, laying atop your large gorgeous body. You purr contentedly under my weight, pressed against the mattress. In the heat of last night's passion I would have loved to take your ass, and I have a feeling you would have cried for it, but it seems too brusque a thing to do now, in this gentle morning light, this sleepy contentment. So I reach into the outer folds of your pussy, dripping wet again, and come up with a handful of thick juices which I smear along the line of your bottom, and onto my cock. Then I slip my cock back into the crack of your ass, and begin to rub myself up and down in your crack, feeling your ass buck back against my thrusts, loving the sight of that big round ass being pushed and kneaded by my hips. It only takes a few moments of the sight and feel of you under me like this, face down onto the bed, my cock rubbing in your ass before I start spraying gooey cum into your crack and up your back, more than I would have thought was left in me. I fall off of you, exhausted, and you lay there, smiling at me as an oyster-like glob slides down your crack and vanishes in the furry wilderness below. * * * Later, as we dress, you ask me if I will write about this. "That is who I am," I say, in my thick accent, as I refresh my moustache wax and pull my jodhpurs back on. "I am Huysmans, most famous writer of BBW erotica. I must write about you, as I must write about every big beautiful woman who I meet." She understands; understands that this comes with the territory, that she, like all the other women before her, has helped make me the writer I am, made stories like The Sapphic Pirate Miranda what they are, going all the way back to that first bus ride on the way to the fiction seminar in college. (Why I was growing up in small American town, when I have Schmertzylvanian accent to this day, is mystery Huysmans is not prepared to solve at this time.) But then, as we kiss for the last time, as I hold her voluptuousness against me, savor for my memories the roundness of her curves, the powerful sexiness of her size, she looks at me with a question in her eyes. She asks: "Will you make me beautiful?" "You are already beautiful," I say, sincerely. "It is job of Huysmans to make you ravishing, to make you most irresistibly seductive thing anyone has ever read about online. So that even American men who think they love skinny little waifs will wish they could spend one night, lost in the rapturous abundance of your curvaceousness, tossing on the tempestuous seas of your ripe womanly voluptuousness." "Without using too many adjectives," she said. "Right," I said. "Purple prose is occupational hazard for Huysmans, that is why better to stick to concrete details." "Hmm," she said, as she slipped one arm into the loop of her bra, then the other, hoisting her large round breasts and creating a soft, creamy expanse of cleavage which I yearned to nuzzle my face in one more time. "So how would you begin our story?" she asked as she raised her blouse over her head and I saw for an instant the slightest bulge of soft chubby skin between each armpit and the breast below it-- before the curtain of her blouse descended and she was respectably dressed. "In the meeting about promotional items for Miranda? That seems kind of boring." "Huysmans would not begin erotic story with Powerpoint presentation," I said as she sat down on a chair with her high heels in her hand. I admired her toes one last time as they, too, disappeared within the armor of the business day, and thought back on all the parts they had played in the night and morning of ecstasy we had enjoyed. "Best to start right in the middle of things. Maybe even past the middle. Like tell the story of this morning, with just little flashbacks to the night before." "Interesting," she said, snapping her last earring on. "So how would you begin it," she asked, as she looked around for her keys and cell phone. "What's the concrete detail that brings back the whole experience for you?" "You sure like to put Huysmans on spot," I said. "Hard to say. Maybe something like this." "'A foot sticks out from the edge of the bed, chubby little pink toes with red toenails on a small puffy foot... '" * * * Look for more BBW stories by Joris K. Huysmans on my profile (linked above and below the story).