Passions Pique (Passions Pique Satin's Passion) by Adrian Milan Page A

clit and the Italian woman began licking and sucking on it in earnest. She began a slow rhythm with her fingers in Satin’s pussy that had Satin rocking her hips. The red head woman started sliding on her strap on dildo. Satin’s chest was heaving so hard. She was being overwhelmed. Tracey whispered in her ear.
         “Mr. Pique says that he has it from here. To just go with it.”
         Satin looked up at Tracey. Tracey pulled back her hair and turned her ear to the side so that Satin could see the Bluetooth ear piece in her ear. She should have known that Roland would be up in his control room watching the show. And now he wants to take on directing privileges as well.
         “Don’t worry Satin. Just trust us. We know what we’re doing. Just let go. Forget about the job and let go.”
         Satin closed her eyes and allowed herself to forget everything else. Tracey was right. The women did indeed know what they were doing. And regardless of what else happened here, all of the real work would be in the editing of the tape. Tracey was still whispering to her.
         “Have you ever squirted before, Satin? I mean, just had an orgasm so powerful that it literally gushed out of you?”
         Satin nodded her head “No.” And Tracey smiled.
         “Good, then you are going to love this.”
         Tracey began deeply kissing Satin. It was so sensual it literally took her breath away. Tracey’s tongue was different from a mans. She was a petite woman with tiny features, to include her mouth and tongue. It felt small and warm and her mouth was sweet. She kissed Satin hungrily. The red headed woman was finally finished gearing up and she moved the Italian woman to the side as she positioned herself between Satin’s legs and brought the head of the strap on to the entrance of Satin’s pussy. Satin tried to look down to see what was being put inside of her, but Tracey pushed her head back down.
         “Don’t worry about what’s going on down there. You’ve got your hands full with me up here.”
         Tracey suddenly pulled herself up and straddled Satins head. The lips of her pussy mere centimeters from Satins mouth.
         “No more hesitating. No more waiting. Lick my pussy, Satin. Stick your tongue deep inside of me and drink deep from my well.”
         Something within Satin was stirring. The fact that they were all here for a very specific purpose was irrelevant, the fact that Roland was watching was meaningless. She wanted this. These feelings, this experience. She lifted her head and licked a long wet trail for the full length of Tracey’s pussy. Tracey arched her back and closed her eyes. Satin wrapped her hands around Tracey’s thighs and pulled her down to relax her weight on her mouth. Tracey wasn’t quite expecting that. She began a light grind on Satin’s willing lips. Satin was exerting force with her face onto Tracey’s pelvic bone. It was her way of telling her that she wanted it. To bring it on. The Irish red head was beginning to break into a light sweat as she continued to stroke in and out of Satin’s pussy. The Mexican woman finally materialized with a small vibrator. Roland was whispering in her ear.
         “Maria, I want you to put the vibrator on its lowest settings and then place it directly onto her clit. Don’t let up whatever you do. I want her to have a steady of non-stop stimulation coming from every possible direction.”
         Roland was methodical. He was stacking the stimuli to continually build her arousal without overwhelming her too soon. He knew that Satin had already multiple orgasms, but he was going to guide her into a whole new experience of being. His goal was to make each experience not just new and exciting, but different. Something that she has never experienced before. Something she would likely never experience again anywhere else, except here. At Passions Pique. Under Roland’s instruction. Roland smiled in