My fetish men often ask me what's in it for me. I don't actually have a fetish for satin like they do, so why do I dress up in satin when I go clubbing? Why is my closet overflowing with satin clothes and lingerie, my bed draped with satin sheets?

It's pretty simple, really. Cock. I like to be fucked a man who is totally obsessed with me at that moment, totally engorged with lust, who just wants to ravish me all night long. And I learned early on that there is no cock more excited than a fetish man's. When a fetish man's cock has been satin teased and satin hardened by a dirty talking satin slut like me, I always get the kind of long, lusty, shameless cock fucking I crave so much.

It's so easy, too, once you learn to recognise "the look". When I go to a club to troll for some new cock, I almost always wear satin pants or skirt and a satin blouse with a high, halter style neck. This style covers my braless naked breasts with a smoothly draped layer of satin that highlights every detail of my puffy nipples. I have full pointed breasts, and the sight of them dancing behind a thin layer of satin charmeuse as I walk through a club can almost cause a riot. Everybody notices, fetish or not, but there is a certain transfixed, mesmerized kind of look that fetish men have.

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A fuckdoll's story.

I should explain that I am a professional satin doll. I'll tell you the whole story sometime, but for the moment that's all you really need to know. I'm 25 years old, have a body to die for, and make an astonishingly good living providing a handful of very affluent men with the most exciting and shameless satin sex they have ever imagined. This has netted me a very nice apartment in a very nice building, and a network of accounting that legitimizes my income as a businesswoman who owns a PR and marketing company.

I don't quite have penthouse money yet, but I have a nodding in the elevator acquaintance with the family that does. Their nineteen year old son is home from university for the summer, and he kind of caught my eye. Not just because he is a good looking kid, but because of his reaction to my clothes when we meet in the elevator. As you would expect, I am often dressed in satin. Given that I fuck men with a satin fetish for a living, I've developed a pretty good radar for distinguishing the normal guys who are just staring at my tits and ass from the ones who are having the special satin experience. I was almost certain that this guy was just as interested in the satin as he was in the body underneath it.

Now, I enjoy all the high priced satin fucking I do with my regular group of fetish men, but sometimes you need a little variety, and most of the guys who have been able to afford me over the past few years since I became legal are a bit older. The thought of satin fucking a hot young satincock started to make sense. Not least because Tom's parents have a lot of money, he has a future in the family business, and he might just end up being a good long-term investment.

He's a very fit young man who puts in a solid hour swimming laps every morning, so it didn't take a lot of imagination to arrange a "chance" encounter. He had just showered and was leaving the pool area wearing just a t-shirt and a pair of those silky gym shorts. I was "struggling" with a large package and enlisted his help carrying it to the elevator and up to my apartment. As I had expected, he seemed transfixed by my outfit, which just coincidentally happened to be satin pants and a satin blouse with a high, halter style neck. This style covers my braless naked breasts with a smoothly draped layer of satin that highlights every detail of my puffy nipples and allows them to swing and bounce erotically against the shining fabric as I move.

I was sure to brush my satin against his bare arms several times as we got in and out of the elevator and through the apartment door.  Package delivered, I asked him if he had time for a nice glass of OJ or something. Unsurprisingly, he jumped at the opportunity to spend more time watching my body move inside its satin covering.

Once we were settled on the sofa with our drinks I didn't waste too much time. He was trying so hard not to stare at the front of my blouse that I decided to take pity on him and reel him in quickly.

"So Tom," I asked, "Do you think this outfit looks good on me?"

He admitted that it did.

"Do you like the fabric? Some people seem to think that satin is too sexy for everyday wear, but I really like the feel of it. How about you, Tom, do you think it looks too revealing."

He was quick to say no, that it looked just fine to him. This as he shifted around in an attempt to conceal the growing tumescence in his loose, shiny pants.

"Well I'm glad you like it, because I'm not about to give up the feeling of satin on my skin just because some prudes get offended. I like it so much that I even have satin sheets on my bed. They feel so good that sometimes it's hard for me to get to sleep, I enjoy sliding around in them so much."

At this point he appeared to be frozen, completely speechless, so I continued,

"You know, Tom, I've noticed you look a little uncomfortable talking about this. Do you like the look and the feel of satin, Tom?"

He admitted that he did.

"I'm going to take a little guess here. I'm going to guess that you like the look and the feel of satin a lot. I would guess that ever since you were a kid, you've masturbated with satin. Probably your mother's lingerie, right? Maybe you started with some of her nylon panties, and later you graduated to real

satin slips or blouses. Or maybe the satin lining in one of her fur coats. There's no need to be embarrassed, lots of people like satin, and honestly, we all start with an older woman's lingerie. The important thing is that you be really honest with me, Tom. I like you a lot, and as it happens I like satin a lot too. If you're up front with me about what you like, I can make the rest of your summer a lot more interesting. Have you ever been in a bed with satin sheets, Tom?"

He hadn't. And he finally started to open up to me. The fact that I had slid close to him on the couch and was letting my satin nipples brush against his bare arms didn't hurt either. As the blood left his brain and started to pool in his cock, which was straining noticeably in his light nylon shorts, he began spilling out his oh-so-familiar tale. If you are reading this you probably already know the story. A growing sexuality wrapped in both satin and guilt and the fear that your satin dreams would never come true.

"Here's the thing, Tom. I'm a professional. Satin sex is what I do for a living. But I also have my own life, and for the next few weeks I want you to be a part of it. You're young and you're kind and you're funny, and, if I may take a guess based on the size of the lump in your shorts right now, you have a very nice young cock."

I leaned in to kiss him, my hand reaching into his shorts as I did so.

"Oh my. Tom, you little devil, or should I say you big devil. I think we should get you dressed up in some satin and slide you into some satin sheets right now. I can see I have some work ahead of me."

He tried to make a few inarticulate sounds, but I shushed him.

"You don't need to talk , Tom, you don't need to explain. You love satin. I love satin. There is no shame in my bedroom, there is just the pleasure of a man and a woman teasing and fucking each other with silk and satin."

So that's what we did.

I thought he might just explode when he first saw my satin bedroom. As I mentioned, I am a professional satin doll, and my sainfuck bedroom is designed as a place where my cost-is-no-object fetish clients can indulge their satin fantasies. All the walls and the ceiling are mirrored except for the arched doorway into the closet cum dressing room. In the dressing room are rack after rack of satin lingerie, street clothes, and specially designed fetish fuckwear. Drawers of satin panties. Shelves of sheets and scarves. A paradise stocked for the express purpose of satin teasing and satin pleasing the cocks of men with a satin fetish..

Some of my satin men like to be naked when they join me on the bed, others like to also dress themselves in layers of the soft shining fabric, teasing satin on satin with me, slowly working their hard cocks past the layers of fabric separating raging satincock from willing satincunt.

I decided I wanted to dress Tom up. First a stretchy nylon satin pouch that would restrain his cock inside a pair of loose satin pants. Pants that I have made specially for me. The lightest, smoothest, shiniest charmeuse that money can buy. The crotch area is lined with the same fabric inside so that they are shiny inside and out around the cock, where it really matters. On top a short robe, so that he could enjoy the feeling of satin around his shoulders and across his chest, where it would no doubt be put to good use teasing his nipples.

I stayed in my satin pants and blouse at first. I find a lot of my satin men like being teased by street clothes. I suspect that this is due to the endless torture of working in offices populated by women in satin blouses and partying in clubs where teasers dance and pose in all manner of satin gear.

I wanted to go slow with Tom. I wanted his cock to be aching for me before I granted him release. I wanted his cock to be satin teased and satin hardened to perfection before I let him stroke it between the sugar satin walls of my tight, satiny, cock-polishing cunt. I knew he would cum quickly the first time, but I also knew he was just 19. He would spring back very quickly under the practiced ministrations of a hot and dirty satin fuckdoll like me, and by the second and third rounds he would be cock riding me like a pro, and I’d be cuntdancing my way to orgasm after orgasm on his thrusting naked rod.

So we moved to the bed and I started in on him... (continued...soon...)