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 The Red Satin Bag

   Its not like I am a prude or a puritan.  I am not usually easily
shocked. But the events that started shortly after we got home from
vacation caught me by surprise.  The kids were back in school and Hubby was
back to his daily grind and I was settling in to a new romance novel so all
was well and normal and predictable.  On a nice brisk fall afternoon I
received a package, It was unmarked with a unknown return address and
weighed not more than a pound or two.  It was addressed to me.  Mrs. 
Sunnie YouGuess (not my real name Duhh!) at our address.  Well I couldn't
remember ordering anything but hey stranger things have happened.

   I opened the box carefully and inside resting in packing peanuts was a
Red Satin Bag.  The bag was of good material and looked well made.  It was
obvious that there was something in the bag.  I picked it up and it was
firm but flexible.  I undid the tie at the top and flipped it over.  Out
popped a male appendage.  Some would call it a Dildo.  This thing looked so
real I was concerned it had been removed from a real man.  That was silly
considering it was erect.  I was aghast.  How dare someone send me
something like that.  It was about 9 inches long and was colored like a
black man's cock.  It had veins and ridges and such complete detail it even
had little goose bumps on the helmut shaped head.

   I quickly chucked it in the trash and went about my daily chores.  My
mind kept getting drawn back to that disgusting thing.  I couldn't leave it
in the wastebasket My kids might get curious and see it.  I bundled it up
and took it out the trashcan.  When I picked it up I was amazed at how life
like it felt.  Firm yet pliant.  Warm to the touch.  It must have been
filled with some sort of jell that moved because if you moved it to quickly
it started surging in your hand.  Almost like it was moving by itself.  Out
of morbid curiosity I read the little brochure that accompanied it.  It had
a built in surge device of some sort and a part you could remove and heat
in the microwave to make it warm and more realistic.  It was attached to a
set of realistic testicals in a realistic scrotum.  You could move them
around in the tight little sac.  It was molded out of Hypoallergenic
Silicone and could be treated so that even the flavor was realistic.  The
image of someone putting this huge thing in there mouth flashed through my
brain and I blushed and stuffed the whole thing including the Harness
device and the suction cup that it attached to back in it's Red Satin Bag
and rushed out and dropped it unceremoniously into the trash bin beside the
house.

   I walked back in the house in a huff.  I picked up my latest romance
novel and lay back on my bed to relax and enjoy my private time.  As I was
reading I kept getting flashes of that Red Satin Bag in my trash bin. 
Thoughts kept creeping into my mind.  Was it really life like and warm when
is use?  Had someone actually expected me to use such a thing?  How could
anyone put something that big in there mouth or pussy?  I kept putting the
foul thoughts out of my mind and continued on with my story.

   The heroine was a Duke's Daughter.  She had been kidnapped from on of
her father's East Indies Trading ships.  Captured by a Moorish Pirate
Captain.  She was currently locked in his cabin as he protected her from
his swarthy crew.  She knew her time would come.  The Captain would have
her for himself.  She was resigned to a fate worse than death, and slightly
excited by the concept.  The Moor was, after all dashing and gallant, a
great seaman and warrior.  The heroin was in awe of his Dark complexion. 
How exotic it looked.  The contrast of his Black hand on her peaches and
cream fair complexion.  As I lay reading this I was consumed with the
concept that the contents of That Red Satin Bag was very likely the exact
replica of someone like this Hulking Corsair.  It was easy to put myself in
the position of our beautiful Heroine.  As I lay there and read, I realized
my nipples were sore and hard from being aroused.  My hand had
inadvertently slipped to the crotch of my panties under my Sun Dress.  I
was moist and sticky.  I continued to read and as the Moor captain took her
in his arms and Brutally kissed her against her will I convulsed through a
powerful Orgasm.  I put down the book and let the fog in my mind clear. 
This was so unlike me.  I hadn't masturbated in years and here I was
fingering my pussy and reading a silly Novel.

   I got up and started to get ready to pick up the kids.  As I went a got
the Minivan out of the Garage I noticed the trash can.  What if someone dug
through it?  What if the Trash Guys saw that disgusting Red Satin Bag? 
What would they think of me?  I quickly dug out the bag and ran and hid it
in my closet.  I would dump it in the nearest dumpster as soon as I could
tomorrow.

   The kids were fed and packed off to bed.  Hubby was in his study
finishing up the report he needed for tomorrow.  I was taking a well
deserved bubble bath.  I surveyed myself in the mirror.  My bikini wax was
still good from the vacation I was slender and in good physical shape from
years at the gym.  My breasts were unaffected by two children and the years
separating me from the cute High school girl my hu8sband had married.  I
looked Damn good for a middle aged Broad.  I could easily pass for the
Heroine in the story.  Or at least I told myself that.  I brushed out my
long auburn hair and put on a simple white cotton nightie.  I put out the
lights except the amber light beside the bed.  As my husband came in
dressed in only a towel I put my hand on his chest and said.  "Sir you may
take my Body but you will never own my heart." My husband knew my favorite
hobby was playacting and fell instantly into his roll.  He threw me to the
bed and said.  " Prepare your self wench.  I will have you any way I
choose." He quickly and forcefully put my hands above my head and held my
crossed wrists with one hand.  His other tugged my cotton virginal nightie
over my head and face.  Exposing my body to his gaze and touch.  He slowly
but roughly probed and pinched my body into twitching erotic submission. 
He reached to my ankles and one at a time crossed them with my legs bent
near my ass.  The weight of his lower body and thighs held my obscenely
splayed legs in place as his throbbing cock nestled into my moistening
pussy.  He held me by the neck and wrists and slammed his dick deep into my
womb.  I rocked threw my first intense orgasm as he settled his wieght into
me.  Visions of the powerful Corsair, forcing his manly intentions onto the
poor Herione cascaded through my mind.  The thought of that huge black
cock, which images were still etched in my mind from the lewd Red Satin
Bag, plunged me past the edge for a delicious second orgasm.  The poor
defenseless young Dutchess held captive by the virile Black corsair was
being driven deep into my mattress and my mind.  As my Corsair finally lost
his rhythm and came to completion I again experienced a earth shattering
orgasm.  My husband rolled off and tenderly kissed my sweaty brow.  He
snuggled close and in his near sleep asked.  " Was I the mean estate
Villian or the Bank Robber escaped from the Posse dear?" I answered half
sleeping.  " You were a Pirate Captain Dear and a damned good one." I
drifted into never land dreaming of a swarthy Corsair Captain with bulging
muscles, a earring in his ear and a huge black cock with a giant Helmut
head.  I couldn't figure out in my dream why he kept it in a Red Satin Bag.

   The next morning was a standard morning.  A mad dash of kids and
breakfast, I kissed my wonderful husband in the driveway as we all left the
house.  He to work, and me as kid taxi and then to the spa.  After my work
out I showered and headed home.  I dashed around and completed my chores
well before lunch and decided to brush out my hair, change into something
comfortable, and enjoy my afternoon reading about Moorish Pirates and sweet
damsels.  I left my hair bushy and full.  Newly brushed it looked as it
might as if I had just come from the wind swept ocean deck of a Pirate
ship. I went to my closet and choose a white cotton eyelet camisole that
laced in front and a long cotton eyelet petticoat that buttoned in front.
As a stripped out of my work jeans and sports bra I pulled off my panties
as well.  Just as I was about to close the closet door I noticed the edge
of a Red Satin Bag.  I reached in and took the bag and set it on my
dresser. I told myself it was to remind me to get rid of it this afternoon,
but as I picked up that latex manhood I grasped its girth through the satin
and the concept of grasping my Corsair through his Pirate trousers flooded
my mind.  I set it down gingerly and it stood on it's end pointing lewdly
to the sky.  The Red Satin just Barely disguising it's details.  I lay down
and again picked up my book.  I looked at my reflection in my Mirrored
closet Door.  What lay before me was my beautiful heroine in her turn of
the century Lingerie and wind swept hair.  The object of her defilement
barely covered in Red Satin just beyond my view.

   As I began to read I slowly allowed my camisole top to fall open.  The
cool air stiffened my nipples.  In the book the sweet young woman was about
to meet the ultimate fate.  I unbuttoned the front of my petticoat.  As the
Moor Pirate approached her my hand grazed lightly over my pussy.  He took
her in his arms.  I pinched my puffy nipple.  The kiss was passionate.  I
was nearing orgasm.  As he began to Lay her back on his bed I looked away
to the Red Satin Bag.  It beckoned me.  I got up and took out my Morrish
monster.  I had to find out.  I quickly dashed to the kitchen and applied
the supplied coating while the heating insert came up to temperature in the
microwave.  As I put it back together I could feel the heat from it.  I
quickly scampered back to my bedroom and closed the door.  As I ran I could
feel it surging in my hand, It was almost alive.  I clipped it to its
suction cup and with one quick motion stuck it to the side of my dresser.
Glancing in the mirror all that could be seen was a giant black cock,
almost rigid but slightly drooping.  As if my Morrish captain kneeled there
waiting for His Virgin captive to perform.  I knelt before him.  I slipped
off my lace front Camisole at his imagined command, exposing my breasts to
his gaze.  His pulsing cock mere inches from my chest.  I knelt so deep on
my knees that my pussy brushed the carpet.  I inched forward till my
Capture's turgid cock lay in my cleavage.  I began rocking ever so slowly
and the head turned up between my tits I brought my hands to the sides of
my breasts and capture his cock deep in my cleavage.  Out of the corner of
my eye I could see that sweet innocent Dutchess being Tit fucked by her
rough Corsair capture.  The pressure I put on my nipples and the feeling of
my pussy grinding on the carpet were breath taking.  I could here her
breathing get ragged as she responded to his forceful ministrations.  The
helmut head of his cock slowly sliding up and back from between her tits
till it impaled itself into her soft under chin.  I could almost feel his
hand on my head beckoning.  How could I resist?  I was being over powered.
My head tilted down under his insistent force until with every stroke the
tip of his cock brush over my soft pliant lips.  In my daydream I could
here him command me to open my mouth.  Now with every stroke his cock head
penetrated into my wet mouth.  It felt so big and so hard as it ran over my
tongue.  It was warm and spongy yet on every stroke it pushed my chin to my
chest.  I slowly inched back to relieve the pressure on my chin and his
cock popped out of my cleavage but his cock head remained between my
stretched lips.  I continued to rock forward and away on my hips but I was
much lower know so his Black manhood pointed more out than up.  I put one
hand to his Balls and began to play with them.  I could feel them move
under my tender touch.  I could feel the skin on his shaft slide ever so
slightly back and forth as it coursed in and out of my mouth.  I had about
half of it's length in my mouth with my forward stroke and the head was
touching the back of my throat.  I could feel tears welling in the corners
of my eyes as the strain on my jaw took its toll.  I again glanced to the
mirror.  Our beautiful heroine so lewdly displayed I huge black shaft
protruding from her stretched lips, her breasts, with crinkled hard
nipples, swaying on every stroke.  I could feel his hand on the back of my
head urging me deeper.  The slight feeling of panic when the head wedges in
your throat and you are unable to breath was overpowering and erotic. 
Still he urged me deeper.  Finally, the saliva coated shaft buried itself
in my throat and his soft testicles gently bumped my chin.  I shuddered
through a massive toe curling orgasm.  My tummy quacked and I realized my
left hand was cupping a very wet pussy.  My eyes rolled back and I imagined
his cum pumping down my throat.  I wish I could have pulled out and felt it
cover my face.  When I was done I collapsed to the floor and regained my
strength.  The lewd Black cock still dripping my saliva on my cheek as I
lay there.  I looked up finally and found that the afternoon had slipped
away.  I quickly snatched my lover from where he had been stuck and dashed
to the bathroom.  A little soapy water for him and my face and dripping
pussy and I was ready to put him away in his Red Satin Bag .As I drove down
the street in my minivan I couldn't help but marvel at what my husband had
in store for him tonight.