Knights in White Satin

Knights in White Satin was written for my dear Michael, CEO of a major East Coast corporation who never has time for himself. He asked me to write this fantasy for him for the purpose of getting a feel of who I am personally. I wonder if he blushed much while reading it.

"What do you mean he's running late? He said he was coming for the weekend, your not going to fall for that brush off line are you?" Marti said to Michelle with obvious impatience in her voice. "Marti, he said he was coming....so he IS coming. He's just going to have to catch a later flight is all. It's no big deal really." Michelle responded matter of factly. "I really do need to run though, I've got a million things to do before Michael gets into town." "Sure sugar, I understand. You go on now and I'll talk to you later this weekend." Marti said. She thought to herself of all the people she cared about these two would have a blast together, but they'd been fucked over so bad by the wrong people it was appearing to her that they were going to play a hit and miss game out of fear of being hurt again. "Great Marti, take care. Bye." With a resounding click the receiver went dead in Michelle's hand. She slowly laid the receiver back in the cradle and began rethinking the events of the past few hours.

Michael was supposed to be spending the weekend with her. They'd planned it for weeks now. But he had called an hour ago, Thea had tied him up with some last minute details on a deal and he was running late. Michelle realized how busy Michael was, but also figured if Thea had got wind of his coming to meet her in Michigan that she could be playing games and inventing stuff to keep Michael in the office. Then Michael offered up another plan. He had no idea how long he'd be, but would catch the first flight North he could find. He'd fly right into Muskegon and take a cab to Michelle's, if that was alright with her. Michelle told Michael that was fine and that she'd just leave the house unlocked for him.....and he could find her on his own.

It was Memorial Day weekend. Michelle's parents had picked up her kids earlier that Friday to take them camping at the state park for the long weekend. She had the house to herself. She had drawn a hot bath, and was thinking about Michael, and how much she wanted him. Before she got into the tub she went out to the office and grabbed his picture and brought it into the bathroom with her. It was the next best thing to having him there with her she thought to herself and she slid her long body down into the sudsy wet heat of the bathtub. Her thoughts wandered listlessly as she soaked in the bath. Long blonde tendrils hung in carefree wisps around her face as she gazed upon Michael's picture. How was it possible that two people could actually be in each others company online for such a long time, years in fact, and never really know one another until such a long time later. She laughed out loud, what did that matter now? He had asked to trade GIF's with her eventually, and good things always come to those who wait.

As her hands slid up and down her body, she looked up at his picture.....wishing, fantasizing that it was Michael's lips rather than her hands all over her wet flesh. She could just about imagine how decadent his beard would feel brushing across her soft silky skin. Michelle stood later as she dried off, looking at her naked body in the full length mirror. She touched her breasts. Yes, they were still firm and full at 33. All in all, things weren't looking to bad. She had been worried that the hysterectomy would change her physical appearance somehow. Even worse, that the surgery would kill her sex drive, and she'd be a shell of the woman she once was. None of that had happened. If anything, she was more passionate than ever before.....and how she longed to experience Michael's touch. She touched her lips, and traced them with her fingertips. Giggling out loud almost like a school girl she wondered if Michael would like her lips and the wicked things she would do to him with them.

The evening wore on, and there was no word from Michael. Finally, Michelle went into her bedroom and laid down. It had rained earlier that evening, the breeze blowing into her bedroom windows was crisp, fresh and reeked of springtime. The stereo was playing her favorite classic rock station, and over the mesmerizing music she could her crickets serenading the night as she drifted off to sleep.

Michael's patience had grown quite thin by the time he'd finally caught a flight into Muskegon. First Thea's pulling a meeting on him when she knew he had plans and needed to catch a plane, then he missed his scheduled flight and the one he had made was delayed due to a storm. He could just about imagine the things going through Michelle's head by now, and he only hoped she'd been true to her word and left her house unlocked. He knew, in his heart of hearts, that she had. She wasn't the typical female, which was quite refreshing to him. She was vivacious, passionate, open minded and honest....yet still very much naive and trusting. Michelle was his diamond in the rough, and the mere fact that just thinking her name brought a smile to his lips was enough to drive him into craving to creating a flawless gem of her.

Michael caught a cab outside the airport, he paused briefly before getting into the cab and breathed in the scent of the city Michelle called home. Stars glistened wildly in the clear Muskegon sky, and he could almost taste Lake Michigan on the air with each breath he took. "Where to?" Barked the cab driver. "555 Cherry Street" Michael replied. "555 Cherry?" The driver questioned. "Yes, that's it." Michael answered as the driver looked at him quizzically. The cab driver picked up his mic and radioed the address into his dispatcher, and started the short drive to Michelle's house. Michael stared pensively out the window of the cab on the way to her home. He started to wonder if he should just pinch himself to see if he was really awake. He payed the driver and grabbed his bag from the car.

"You know mister, that woman, the one who lives here....well, rumor has it she's into that witchcraft mumbo jumbo. People even call her to find their lost animals and such...she always knows where they are dead or alive. You be careful mister." The cab driver spoke his mind and drove off as if he were worried just being on the property was endangering his soul. Michael laughed out loud, damn ignorance was bliss! That cabbie had to be stoned on ignorance. He stood before her back door and took a deep breath. He could see a few lights had been left on, however it didn't appear that she was still up. He couldn't blame her, it was already after 2 in the morning. Michael put his large masculine hand on the doorknob, he closed his eyes slowly as he tried it to see if it was indeed unlocked. He let out a deep sigh of relieve as the knob turned easily in his hand and allowed him entry into the old farmhouse.

As he sat down his bag in what appeared to be Michelle's office a huge black and white cat sat on the edge of the desk licking his front paws as he eyed Michael in the doorway. Michael recognized the cat as being Pixel, Michelle had spoke of him before. He was briefly startled as the cat seemingly spoke to him. It was just a loud meow, but it almost sounded as if the cat had said hello. Before Michael could regain his composure the cat jumped down off the desk and disappeared into the shadows of the house. He left his bag in the office and went in search of Michelle. His inner sense lead him straight to her bedroom. The stars outside illuminated her room and cast shadows that etched the lines of her body stretched out on the bed. Michael leaned on the doorway and drank in the vision that lay before him.

Michelle had in fact fallen asleep, she had merely intended to lie down for awhile and wait for Michael. She wore only a white gauze nightie and Michael could see the contrast of her tan against the thin white material. The nighty was thin as a whisper and he could see the dark pink circles of her nipples straining against the fabric almost as if they were calling out to him to touch them. His mind began filling with all sorts of taudry and lewd thoughts. She stirred slightly in her sleep, Michael's breath caught in his throat as she stretched her body the length of the bed. Firm muscular legs, tauntly displayed before him. The stretch reminded him of that of a cat....her body soft and supple easing itself in a long drawn out stretch that was so feline, yet so sensuous that he found it hard to believe that she yet slept. Michael felt his own desires building up deeply within him. Michelle's perpetual game of seduction was very much a part of her even while she slept. She was his, and now he'd have what he'd come for.

As he undressed, his eyes never left the body lying before him. He wanted to see how round and full those breasts were even if he had her arms pulled taunt above her head. He wanted to feel those long legs wrapped around his waist pulling him deeper into her and tighter against her skin....he wanted her, period. Michelle sensed Michael's presence in her sleep, she awoke slowly languishing in the knowledge that he was there. She felt his eyes upon her, and knew what he wanted without his having to speak a word. She slowly, deliberately sat up on her knees before him. Her chin to her chest as she pulled the nightgown off over her head. Fully naked to him, she stayed knelt before him with her posture straight, shoulders back, her hands stretched down her thighs, palms upturned in silent submission to him. Michelle sensed the tension in Michael, she wanted to watch it drain away from him, she wanted him to associate that relief with her touch, her kiss, her body.

Tonight, he needed to dominate something and be in control of every aspect of the world around him. For the time being the world he was in, was hers.....and now his. He knew what she was up too, the fact that she sensed that need in him made his hunger for her grow in ways he had never imagined possible. There was a beast buried deep within him screaming with rage to be released and she was offering herself up to him giving herself to him to do with as he pleased. Michael reached down and cupped her chin in his hand. His gaze went down the length of her body as he lifted her head up. Her large nipples were so tight, her breasts swelled with the need to be ravaged by a man who knew how to handle them. He could see tiny beads of moisture glistening on that little mohawk of pubic hair between her thighs. Thighs which hid his treasure from his eyes, thighs that were defying him what he wanted most at that particular moment in time. He swooped his mouth down upon her hungry lips and kissed her deeply, so passionately, that she could not help but moan out loud. She felt his hunger wash through her all the way to her toes, and immediately she felt an anxious twitching between her legs and a rush of heated desire swept through her entire body unlike anything she had felt before. His hands on her face were large, hot and firm...she wanted to feel those hands exploring her body, pinching, poking, prodding...possessing her.

As much as she craved to, she dared not touch him. God how she wanted to, but she was his submissive little whore right now and she'd do nothing other than please him. Michelle felt Michael's hands slap her thighs, he broke away from the kiss briefly, "Don't hide any part of your body from me, open your legs and let me see my prize." he spoke in a deep hushed voice that made every nerve in her body tingle. Immediately she fell back on the bed and opened her legs wide to him. Exposing her hungry wet pussy to him, she dared to touch herself in front of him to spread the lips wide open to him. His eyes twinkled with fleeting mischief as he realized she was begging for a spanking. He leaned down and pinched her nipples hard. "Did I give you permission to touch your pussy my pet?" He hissed at her. "No Master...you did not." She replied. "Get on your knees on the floor!" Michael ordered.

Michelle immediately complied with her masters command. Her pussy was drenched by this point and she loved this game immensely. She knelt before him on the carpet, able from this vantage point to fully see Michael's body from a better perspective. She licked her lips in appreciation of his cock which was mere inches from her face. It was beautiful, and already glistened with those precious few drops of precum....surely he would let her have it. "You like what you see?" Michael questioned. "Yes Master, I do, a lot." She answered. "Your in need of discipline my pet." He stated dryly, however his need for her touch was driving him insane. He leaned over and lifted her chin with his hand again, the passion in this woman's eyes was nearly unbearable, he wanted to paddle her ass until it was rosy and warm to the touch....but he also wanted that luscious mouth wrapped around his cock at the same time.

Michael took his cock in his hand and slapped her lips with it. She moaned and licked at it.....she had an oral fixation that needed to be pacified in the worst way. "You want this cock?" Michael asked. "God yes, I do." She groaned. "Did you address me properly?" He barked at her, as his hand came down on her tender ass forcefully. Michelle immediately felt a surge of wetness between her legs over his slap to her ass, but just as she thought she was going to get another slap...he pulled her head back by her hair, and ran the sweet purple head of his cock across her lips. "You may lick that precum off now" he said dryly, vainly trying to disguise the urge to slide his cock deep into her throat and fuck that beautiful face while she sucked him dry. Michelle eagerly complied with his demand, the more she tried to take him into her mouth the harder he pulled back on her hair, God he was making her crazy! "What do you want?" He asked. "I want your cock in my mouth Master, I want it all." She answered. "You may have this request, but you are still getting spanked." He replied. His hand came down on her ass again and again, she could feel her skin burning more with each slap, but she didn't care....she was going to eat him up, and make him beg for more. Her hot tongue slowly stroked that precious throbbing vein, she loved watching his cock dance before her eyes while she taunted it with her touch. Her fingertips caressed Michael's balls and she felt them grow heavy against her hands. His body responded perfectly to her touch.....she was going to enjoy this. She swirled her tongue teasingly around the swelled head of his cock, luxuriating in the velvety feel of his cock against her tongue. He smelled so fucking good, so much like a man, she was getting high off of his scent, off of his touch, and off of his cock.

Ever so slowly and deliberately she began sucking him into her hot wet mouth, never stopping the swirling motion of her tongue round and round the shaft and up and down that sweet vein. Michelle heard him moan loudly as he buried his hands in her hair and pulled her head tighter against him. She began riding his cock with her face, still toying with his balls, slipping every once in awhile to claw at his thighs and pull him tighter, deeper into her throat by clawing his ass with her fingernails. Michael knew the game of D/S had ended, he couldn't take this much longer....he pulled her up to him and held her in his arms, kissing her deeply her hands were all over him devouring every inch of his body, the things she did to him were making him insane with passion. He pushed her down on the bed and lay down next to her, she was quick to rise up next to him and start devouring his body with her mouth. She bit at that taunt hard muscle on his neck, but each bite was followed by a kiss so sweet he couldn't help but whisper her name over and over again....wanting, begging for more. Michelle was more than happy to oblige him. Her hungry kisses moved down his shoulders while her hands kneaded his flesh...wanting to possess more and more of him, she ached to be part of him. His tender nipples were taunted by her lips while her fingernails teased his thighs....she kissed a trail back down to his cock which she was quick to please by slowly sliding him back deep into her throat....only this time she deep throated him down to his twitching balls, then slowly sucked each one into her wicked mouth one at a time. She toyed with his balls with her tongue, reveling in the feeling of his cock throbbing against the back of her throat, and Michael's hands pulling at her hair.

She felt him kneading her asscheeks, pulling her ass over to his face and sliding his thick fingers between her lips ....torturing her twitching clit with his fingertips as he pulled her pussy over his face. His lips against her pussy were maddening, his tongue so wicked she swore she'd die. He could sense everytime she was close to cumming and he'd stop just short, his torture was so sweet it was sinful. Michael's beard brushing her thighs like silk against silk had her moaning so much she was nearly hoarse. Michelle wanted him right then, but she had to wait, she had his cock in her mouth and more than anything she wanted to taste him, to swallow every ounce of his sweet juice and hear him crying out her name while she sucked him dry.....which is exactly what she did. Michael bit at Michelle's thighs while he pumped his hot cum into her mouth, the woman's tongue was fucking wicked and he knew now that she was a wild one. Finally dry he flipped her over on her back and threw her legs back far....she surprised the hell out of him by further obliging and pulled her legs back to her ears, exposing her pussy to him fully. He went down on her again, this time making her cum so many times she thought for sure she'd pass out if she came again. She pinched her nipples and pulled at his hair....she begged for him to fuck her. Every now and then he'd slap her across the ass and slide his fingers up to her lips so she could taste herself on his fingers.

Michael's cock was raging hard again in no time, and he couldn't wait any longer either.....after all they had the whole weekend, NOW he was going to be one with her....and finally possess her body fully. All women brag about being tight, but she hadn't been kidding, as he slid the tip of his cock into her hot velvet sheath, he could literally feel it sucking him into her....and damn was she tight. She fit like a glove against him. The heat inside her was maddening and he couldn't stop himself from thrusting deep into her all at once. Michael felt Michelle arch her back up high.....pressing her gorgeous tits against his as she moaned a moan so sweet he couldn't help but wrap her in his arms and hold fast to her and she matched every stroke he made.....still her hands were all over him, she never stopped showering him with hot hungry kisses. He could feel her nails raking across the flesh of his back as she wrapped her legs around him like a vice....she was cumming again and her pussy was beyond heaven.....he let himself go, her body and his in unison draining each other ....she felt him begin to spasm, God he was driving her wild. Michelle felt Michael's body tightening as hers spasmed around him wantonly, she heard herself yelling his name between kisses....and as she felt that first burst of lava hot cum deep inside her she came again, her body so tight she was sure she'd get charlie horses from it. Michael's lips met hers and they kissed so passionately, so hot....so hungry, while they came that Michelle was breathless. So breathless....that she fainted in his arms. That is where she awoke the next morning, buried deep in Michael's embrace...her face nestled against his hairy chest arms wound around him tightly and legs stretched out and entwined with his. She heard him murmur her name as she stirred against his chest. "Michelle......" Michael whispered softly. "Mmmm......." She replied. "You awake?" Michael whispered again...his breath hot against her throat. She lifted herself up to him, and kissed him with her trademark kiss, as she pulled back she whispered back to him.... "Welcome to Michigan Michael....."

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