Loving Through Silk(f/f)
by
Tayla
Disclaimer: This is a work of pure fiction intended for adult entertainment only.
I looked up as the tall, cool blonde stepped through the door of my exclusive lingerie shop in an upscale mall up north. She was a sight to behold, I thought, and instinctively began to juice as I imagined touching her, making her hot for me. I cater to a rich clientele and my reputation for product, foresight, service and discretion has spread by word of mouth. I hoped to be of royal service to this beauty today.
"May I help you?" I asked as the game began.
"Of course you may," she responded haughtily. "I'd like to see some silk panties, if you will--for my trousseau."
I lead her to the racks containing my most expensive stock. This woman deserves my best, I thought, as she fingered through the apparel and chose a few. I have a great love for good lingerie, but I love even more the flesh it encases.
"I'd like to try these on and I'll need your help." I looked around the shop. Only one other customer was browsing and my sales clerk was at the register.
"Yes, ma'am." I replied subserviently. "You may go in the second dressing room." My dressing rooms are richly appointed with all of the comforts of home.
I followed her in and watched as she removed and handed me her clothing. She revealed porcelain skin as she stripped slowly. Holding her clothes to my chest, my eyes were fascinated at each part that she revealed. She looked ultimately fuckable.
"Do you like what you see, dear? My body is beautiful, isn't it?" she said as turned in the mirrors.
"Yes, you are very beautiful," I said as I hung her things. She was naked except for the brief silk panties that barely covered her ass but highlighted her mound.
She cupped her pussy, then slowly began to rub. "I love the way silk feels against my pussy." I noticed a wet spot appear as she pleasured herself. She seemed to have forgotten that I was there.
"Ma'am, you'll have to be dry to try on the merchandise," I said.
"Of course, I must. Come and help me with these."
I put my hands in the waistband. She sighed and trembled as my hands touched her flesh. Suddenly, she put her hands on my shoulders and pushed me down, my face in her crotch.
"Lick me through my panties. I do have the sweetest pussy," she mumbled as she licked the hand that had caressed her pussy.
Smiling to myself, I snaked my tongue out and licked tentatively at her covered mound.
"I know you can do better that. I've heard you're an expert with a pussy. I want your very best." she whispered.
She grabbed my head and pushed her pussy in my face. "Oh, oh, oh," she chanted as I licked harder. I got bolder and sucked her pussy hard through the soft, wet fabric as she pressed herself forward. Then the desire to see hot pussy on a cool blonde overtook me. I slowly began to peel the panties away as I looked into her triumphant, eager eyes. I only got them to her knees before I began to feast at her alter.
I licked her slowly, up and down and up and down. I tongued the moisture that dripped from her. When I finally drove my tongue into her, her knees weakened as she came on it.
"I need to lie on the chaise for a moment," she said breathing erratically. She stepped completely out of the panties. I grabbed the wet silk and brought it to my nose. She smiled knowingly as she watched me sniff and taste them.
"Join me, now. I want you to screw the perfect pussy. Mine. Leave your panties on. I want to feel the silk I know you're wearing."
I removed my top, bra and slacks. Straddling the lounge, I brought my clothed pussy to meet perfection. I lightly screwed my pussy onto and into hers. She moaned quietly, looking into the mirrors, as my silk-clad ass rotated above her. Sliding my pussy back and forth on hers, she screwed her pretty ass on the lounge, straining up to me. The soft hands inside my panties alternately caressed my ass cheeks and the puckered hole between them.
"Fuck me harder! Harder! Yes, that's it. Make me cum hard! Please! Yes! Yes! Mmmm!"
I lifted then jammed my pussy into hers as hard as I could, repeatedly. I heard a muffled choke as she came gushing onto my own silk panties. I leaned to suckle her breasts, but she took my head and allowed me her tongue instead. I came again as I ravished her luscious mouth.
"I'll take a dozen pair of the silks," she mumbled past my thick tongue, "and keep two for yourself. I seem to have destroyed yours."
I bit and sucked a long, erect nipple as I adjusted myself to give her more of what she came here for. I moved down, slipped my hands beneath her ass, pulled her up to my mouth and ate her until she begged me to stop. She came over and over muffling her screams.
I sell these rich ladies my expensive lingerie, but the side-pussy many of them crave is a gratuity. They are mere mannequins for their successful husbands or lovers, but they come alive beneath me. Rich people love getting things for free. In my shop, dispensing good pussy to deserving women is my ultimate gratuity.
If you do anything worthwhile today, "do it" with a woman.