My Colleague Wears Satin Blouses
I'm attracted to my co-worker... She's friendly, seems amicable, and we get along well. And let's not forget, she frequently wears satin blouses...
She's about 30, with shoulder-length black hair, an average figure, and stands at around 5'4". For those interested, she has big breasts. I'm not familiar with cup sizes, so don't ask. But she's definitely a D cup...
During a recent meeting, I couldn't stop staring at her. She was wearing a lovely red satin blouse, left unbuttoned to expose her cleavage... My mind was elsewhere, and I can't even tell you what the meeting was about...
But then, her eyes met mine. I'm in hot water. If looks could kill...
I attempted to look away the rest of the meeting, but it was too late.
Once the meeting was over, she ordered me to stay. I glanced at her cleavage again.
"What are you up to?" she asked accusingly.
"I... I don't know what you're referring to."
"Don't lie, I just saw you ogling my breasts again!"
"I... I'm sorry... it's just..."
"Just what? Your blouse intrigued you?"
"Yes..." The idea of my fetish for women in satin garments crossed my mind. I'm not sure why, but this attire gets my knees weak and my heart racing...
She inched closer, her satin-clad breasts lightly brushing my chest as she folded her arms under them.
"Are you one of those types? You know..."
I was speechless.
"What? My blouse?" she questioned.
"Yes..." My mouth was dry, and I couldn't form a sentence.
She walked around me, her gaze on my exposed body.
"This is what we're going to do," she snapped. "I know your type. Take off your clothes."
"What?" I was stunned.
"You heard me, take off your clothes!" she commanded.
I hesitated for a moment before starting to disrobe. The corners of her lips curved when she saw me with my outerwear removed.
"Good boy..." Her smile made her beautiful.
My boxers exposed my rock-hard erection, which I tried to conceal.
"Take your hands away." She waited patiently until I complied.
As I stood before her, she noticed that my dick was pointing skyward, foreskin stretched taut, and wrinkly, freshly shaven balls dangling between my legs.
Her laughter at my predicament made her seem like a goddess.
She left the room, instructing me to prepare her a gin tonic.
...
Later that day, I arrived at her apartment. My heart raced as I imagined how my wastrel behavior would result in her punishing me for my voyeurism.
She opened the door wearing that enticing red blouse and black pants.
I removed my jacket and followed her into the living room.
"This is what we're going to do," she said without hesitation, expecting my compliance. "I know your nasty kind. Take off your clothes."
"What?" I was taken aback.
"I said, take off your clothes!" she ordered
I began undressing, my heart racing as I imagined her inspecting my naked form.
Alas, she folded her arms, ready to oversee this humiliating act.
"Very nice," she commented as her eyes scanned my body. "Now, the kitchen is over there. Prepare me a gin tonic, but wait for me to call you, understood?"
"Understood..." I thought about saying "understood, madam," but it didn't seem appropriate.
"Understood who?" she inquired.
"Understood, Ma'am," I corrected myself.
"There you go."
I don't know much about alcoholic drinks, but I know how to make a gin tonic, I assured myself.
I began assembling the ingredients - ice, gin, tonic water, a wedge of lime, and a pink umbrella.
A while later, she called me back to the living room. There, she sat on a couch, wearing a long white satin robe and a matching satin sleep gown.
I entered the room, presenting her with the drink. She took a sip, appreciating her beverage as she gazed at my exposed body.
The drink had a significant gin content, which she found generous. After a couple of sips, she began to compliment my groomed balls.
"Hmm, when was the last time you came?" she inquired.
"About three days ago," was my admission.
She frowned. "I didn't know you could last for that long. Don't even think about ejaculating today." She picked up a satin scarf from her robe's pocket, covering my erection with it.
The touch of the satin made me tremble. She grasped my satin-sheathed testicles tighter than I anticipated.
"Don't even think about coming..." she ordered, leading me to the bedroom.
I responded to her every command. It's the satin..., the female authority...
She instructs me to lie on the bed, spread out like an eagle, and restrains my wrists and ankles...
Her gaze is different from her demeanor at work. "It's been a while since I've indulged in this..." She says as she stands above me on the bed, facing the headboard. She removes her nightgown and robe, revealing her ample breasts and pussy.
"Lick" she orders, breathing heavily. She straddles my face, her pubic hair tickling my nose. She hasn't shaved in a few days...
I give my all, struggling to breathe at times, but I don't care.
Her body begins to twitch, and I realize she's reaching orgasm.
She leans forward, pressing my head between her legs, panting and moaning.
When she's finished, she sits on my chest to catch her breath. "Oh, I've missed that..."
Then she faces me again, her satin-covered genitals rubbing against my face. I feel her hands on my head, gently guiding me as she resumes her position. She grabs my testicles and strokes them.
"Keep licking"
The feeling of the satin on my balls is incredible. Despite my earlier orgasms, I can't last long. I let out a load into the scarf.
"What the hell!?" I receive a sharp slap on my balls.
"I told you not to cum!" Now she squeezes my testicles harder and continues to stroke.
This is new to me. Generally, after I masturbate, I stop. I want to retreat but can't. I'm squirming under her while she's laughing. She seems to enjoy this.
"Keep licking"
I find it difficult to concentrate on tongue-pleasuring her, but I try my hardest.
When she finally stops, she looks relieved, satisfied, and amused. She removes the restraints and ties one hand. "Clean yourself up, and I don't want to see a single drop of cum on my sheets! Take the scarf with you and bring it back clean tomorrow."
I release myself, but I can't believe how sore my limbs are from lying on the bed unable to move. I clean myself with the scarf and examine the bed for cum stains. I find none.
I wait for her to reappear in the bathroom and provide further instructions. She has me shower, prepare her a snack and drink, and head home.
I shower, eat the snack she prepared, and finish the drink. I put the scarf in my bag and head for the door.
Then she calls out, "Get rid of the scarf, and don't think you're getting any more pussy from me today!" I smilingly exit her residence.
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