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.