“You look amazing in that dress,” Mark growled in his girlfriend’s ear as he walked into her apartment. His hands were around the waist of her retro dress, pulling her back hard towards his hips to let her feel his appreciation. “Makes me want to fuck you here in the hallway.”
Satine’s ass was beautifully rounded, her breasts just the right fit for his palms, and her pink flesh perfectly squeezable. She was curvy like a 1950’s pinup poster girl. Once Mark had mentioned his fondness for the look, and she’d played it up with sexy little-flared dresses ever since. Today she’d paired a black number with matching patterned scarves around her ponytail and her neck. When she looked like this Mark had no control. The sexy part that is and Satine knew it.
“Not yet,” she giggled, tossing her curly, blonde ponytail as she batted her eyelashes. “I have other plans.”
His cock twitched at the promise laced in those seemingly innocuous words. Mark still hadn’t wrapped his head around how Satine could seem so perfectly innocent and completely filthy at the same time. As if she knew what he was thinking, Satine giggled again, grabbed the growing bulge in his pants and started leading him into the bedroom. Mark knew he was in for a long and torturous afternoon. She’d promised that over the phone.
When they first met, Mark would never have guessed how kinky Satine was. She’d seemed fairly ordinary. Averagely pretty, likeable enough, and apparently successful from what his friends had told him, but nothing about her really stood out. It wasn’t until he’d accidentally spilt a drink on her that she caught his attention. He’d been apologizing and had to stop mid-sentence as her hand had risen to the sweetheart neckline of her dress. With one finger Satine had swiped at the sticky liquid of his cocktail shimmering on her breasts. The sight of her finger pushing between those full lips to take a taste was enough to keep him by her side the rest of the night. After that, no other woman held his interest.
Today Satine was obviously in the mood to play. Mark took no time getting undressed and pulling her onto the bed. He watched her crawl over his body, relishing the feel of her thighs as they straddled him. Her fingers rose to her neck and with a smooth movement, she undid the knot in the scarf. Taking his wrist, she brought his arm up and secured it to the bedpost with her scarf. Mark raised an eyebrow but said nothing as she repeated the process with the scarf holding back her blonde curls, until his arms and legs were bound BDSM style.
Satine placed a kiss to his chest before moving off the bed and securing his feet with a matching scarf. Then she disappeared. For what seemed like an eternity he waited, hard and ready. When she sashayed back into his view she was wearing a towel. He couldn’t resist a growl of appreciation as she dropped it to the floor while running her fingers across her stomach. Her movements only made him more aware that he couldn’t touch her. Mark loved it when she took control like this.
His mind wandered to where she might take him today as he watched her put on a sheer black bra. Then Satine pulled out a pair of nude pantyhose. Mark’s mouth went dry. His whole body went to rigid attention. He’d told her once that pantyhose were part of his sexual fantasy. Some men preferred stockings, but Mark loved the thought of that see-through material pressed close to a woman’s most delicate parts. He’d mentioned wanting to rip a pair off her, leaving the tattered remnants of cloth still clinging to her body as he drove his cock between her wet and waiting folds.
Satine delicately placed her foot on the bed, close enough for him to sense the indent made by her body, but just far enough to keep him from wiggling to touch the silky material. Her smile was wicked as she stepped back and started tracing the clearly defined line of stitching that ran over her slit. It was only a few moments before she dipped her hand inside the fabric to finger her clit. Mark knew how she enjoyed him watching. Tied as he was, watching was all he could do. Not that he minded. Satine exuded a raw sexuality when she touched herself. It was arousing as hell.
Mark realized he was holding his breath. As he exhaled, his cock twitched. Satine smiled at the reaction and brought her hand back out of the nylon. She grabbed a mini massage toy from where she’d placed it on the bed. He could hear the light buzz and her soft pants as she pleasured herself. His member throbbed with her every sigh. To him, nobody could possibly be more perfect than his luscious woman. His gaze rose to the swell of her breasts. Mark relished the sight of those tight peaks pressed hard against the fabric.
His fingers flexed and his arms strained against his bonds as Satine began pulling at the pantyhose, using the stitching to increase the pressure on her clit as she ground the vibrator against her pussy. The shimmer of her arousal seeping through the fabric was tantalizing. Her treasure, locked away from him but on full view, made him ache to explore the riches of her body. Satine climbed atop him, capturing the silky nylon between the growing warmth of their bodies. But she obviously wasn’t in the mood to grace him with her bounty. Sitting high on his chest, her pussy inches from his face, Satine rode out waves of self-induced ecstasy.
The sensations whirling through him were glorious and painful. He could smell her, almost taste her sweet essence. The urge to drink from her body was immense, but as he lifted his head his goddess moved away. She gently stroked his painfully hard cock. Mark could only watch as she got herself off without him. Mercifully, Satine moved to give him a better view and allowed him to brush his tongue along her slit through the pantyhose. He suckled at her covered sex as if her essence was the only thing that could slake his thirst.
Mark would have lapped at her for hours if she hadn’t pulled away. Still in the mood to tease, Satine giggled as she repeatedly dipped her hips close only to pull away every time Mark rose to taste her. The pants and pules echoing from her made him twitch. When she finally let him lick again, his goddess cradled his head in her hand and moaned.
The sound of the tearing fabric filled the room. Mark twisted against his bonds as Satine did what he’d been praying she would and ripped at her garments, exposing herself to him. “Oh yes,” he murmured. “Yes, rub that pussy.” Still inches away from his face, Satine stroked herself and him. Her fingers sped up as her arousal increased. When she leaned forward, Mark seized the opportunity to truly worship her with his tongue. He gripped the headboard in frustration as she backed away, bringing herself to the brink of orgasm while hovering right above him.
Then, surprisingly, Satine stopped. She kissed him deeply. His playful girl grinned as she ran her hands over his bound arms. She rubbed her still covered tits against his skin, kissed his chest, and bit at his sensitive nipples. When her tongue brushed the line at his hip, Mark couldn’t help but buck his hips. But the silky feel of her hair teasing his leg as her tongue found his shaft was what stole the breath from his body.
Satine ripped her hose just a bit more, taunting him before licking the tip of his cock. Her soft hands encircled the base as he watched her take the head deep inside her welcoming mouth. “Oh, God! Yes I love that!” he cried as her tongue flicked at the frenulum.
He was ready, so close to exploding. He could feel the headlong rush to his release, but she wasn’t going to let him come yet. Satine moved again, straddling him backwards to offer him a full view of her delicious ass as she began rubbing her juices over the head of his rock hard cock. He groaned, his member disappearing deep inside Satine’s pussy as she slowly sank down on him. He wanted to grab those luscious hips, smack that ass, do anything to make her move, but Satine was fully in control. She began fucking herself in earnest on his cock, grabbing the bedpost to rock fast then slow.
The alternating pace was blissful hell. There was no way he would be able to come with this teasing, and she knew it. Finally, Satine turned around. She kissed his shoulders as she began bouncing on his dick. Her moans grew louder, her breathing heavier. Grabbing her tits, Satine writhed on top of him. She fingered her clit and sheathed Mark fully inside her hot, wet pussy. When she finally climaxed, her juices flooded over him.
As she came back down from her high, Satine gave her hips a little wiggle. Mark was sure it was just to torture him. He needed to come badly. Satine just giggled as she pulled off of his still erect cock. There was no promise of release.
Satine slid beside him, caressing his member with one finger. Mark cursed inwardly. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could endure her attentions. He was ready to beg for mercy. The words almost escaped his lips but then Satine wrapped her hands around him. She began firmly stroking as she lavished attention on the tip of his cock with her tongue.
“Oh yes!” Mark cried out as she ran her thumb over the head, forcing creamy cum to spurt all over his belly. Satine looked utterly pleased with herself as she made little patterns in the liquid with her finger. Mark smiled, gazing at his goddess as he tried to catch his breath.
They stayed that way, basking in the afterglow of their play, for quite a while. In time, Satine left and returned with a washcloth and a bottle of water. She offered Mark a sip and then began delicately cleaning him with the warm cloth. It was a small bit of heaven. As he watched, Mark was overcome with an urge to hold her close, cradle Satine and whisper loving words to her with his nose buried deep in those golden curls. He pulled slightly at the scarves securing his wrists, causing Satine to look up from where she was still cleaning him.
“Don’t you think you should untie me?” he asked.
“Not yet,” she giggled, tossing aside the washcloth and straddling his body with hers. Leaning down to kiss him on the nose, Satine whispered, “I have other plans.”
THE END
