Koni Waves: Three Satin Sheets To The Wind (Patreon)

There weren’t many people in the dimly lit lounge of the Pōmaikaʻi Casino, which suited Koni fine. In lieu of peace and quiet, she’d accept just not having anyone to deal with.

She could hear the slot machines whirring and the coins jangling down into jackpots, but that was in the distance. Far enough away for her drink to drown it out, once it arrived. The waitress—wearing about as much as Koni had when she’d been working her way through college—came by. She looked to be in a sour mood. Koni guessed she had been on the job long enough to tell when someone wouldn’t tip.

“Give me a double martini.”

The waitress raised her eyebrows. “Got an empty leg or do you just like the olives?”

“I’m celebrating,” Koni snapped sarcastically. “Someone just gave me a job in the service industry.”

The waitress set her bare shoulders and went off, wiggling her hips for someone’s benefit.

She was soon back with the drink. “Three bits. Y’know, it’s the guy who’s supposed to drink these to make you look better.”

Koni set a twenty dollar bill on the table. “Keep ‘em coming. And bring me a napkin and a pen so I can jot down your pearls of wisdom. It’s real good stuff.”

By the time Koni’d had all the martinis she could buy, she was bombed enough not to care about how much more she drank, what kind of a hangover she would rack up. She didn’t even notice the waitress palm her change. She ordered another drink and was perplexed when told that the Pōmaikaʻi didn’t run tabs. Not unless someone was on a winning streak.

“That’s all right,” someone said before she could sort the matter out. “I’ll pay.”

The waitress turned and saw, first and foremost, a loud Hawaiian shirt open at the collar. Second, she saw the bill he was holding out. She shrugged as she took it. “It’s your dollar.”

The man slipped in next to Koni. “Hope you don’t mind my nose in your business. I know how it is to run out of funds before you’re done partying. Money comes and goes anyway—spend it in when you’re in the moment and it’ll all come back to you.”

Koni nodded and sipped her drink. Through the alcoholic fog, she could tell the man was attractive. In fact, he seemed powerfully attractive. It wasn’t only his body, which was tall and strong and fit, but he also gave off a certain charisma that would’ve made him bearable even if he weren’t so handsome. The mix of charm and good looks was a dangerous one, she knew, but she’d rather be in danger that looked this good than go to a prayer meeting.

Before she knew it, they were walking along, his arm around her waist. It was the warm pressure of his touch that had brought Koni’s attention out of her drunken stupor. It went fully onto him and she found, to her surprise, that she was relying on his support to keep from bouncing off the walls. She hadn’t realized how much she’d had to drink until she was standing. And she’d thought the drinks here were overpriced. Well, at least they weren’t watered down.

“Don’t tip over now,” the man was saying. “We’re nearly to my room. At least, my room right now. Had a hot streak at the tables. Got a nice little bachelor pad comped my way…”

Koni nodded slightly, then twisted around the inside of his elbow. “Hey, what’s your name again?”

“Pete.”

Koni looked out the window and saw that they were on one of the highest floors of the hotel, but it wasn’t until he opened the door to his suite that Koni realized just how nice a room Pete had. It was pure indulgence, disgusting superfluity, catering to the hedonist who had devoted his life to enjoying every possible luxury. The carpet was as soft as a golf course. That made the round bed at the center of the room a sand trap, with its pure white sheets. Pete must spend every night in white satin.

Then Koni saw the mirror over the bed. That must be for what Pete did during the day.

“Like it?” Pete asked.

“I’m going to!” Koni announced, pulling out of his arms to drop headlong onto the bed.

Pete stripped off his clothes, starting with his fly. When Koni saw his cock jabbing out in front of him, bobbing in the air as he ripped off the rest of his ensemble, everything took a detour into a haze. Who was this guy? Did it make a difference? He had a big cock and Koni had a pussy. Maybe that was what she was missing. Koni had tried drinking to drive away whatever she was trying to drive away, whatever she couldn’t live with. It hadn’t worked tonight. Maybe what she needed was some tender loving care instead.

She let him take off her clothes, staring up at his practiced motions in the mirror above. The ripple of muscles down his back and in his shoulders enthralled her. He was a slender man, but his musculature was well-toned. She liked that.

Pete sucked at one of her nipples, the sensation drawing her away from the reflection and back to reality. His wet mouth was all over her areola, his tongue lashing out at her growing nipple, sending tremors through her whole breast every time it assaulted her.

Koni moaned in pleasure, her voice pitching as Pete drew her nipple into his mouth to better tongue and suck it. She was getting a lot more attention than she had in a long time. Pete didn’t seem to leave a single nerve without pleasure to relay to her. He swirled and rubbed his tongue over and over all the flesh he’d pulled into his mouth, drowning her engorged nipple in liquid caresses until Koni burst out in joyous laughter.

“That’s GOOD, Pete! Thaaat’sso good!”

He replied, moaning in gratification as he kept sucking on all of her breast that he could. His mouth opened wider, taking almost half of her pert little breast into her mouth. Koni was suddenly glad she wasn’t better endowed. She was quivering with sensation as it was and Pete was still straining his jaw to take more in.

Her breast didn’t quite fit, petite as it was. Because of this, Pete’s teeth left red scratches, like war paint, up and down the slopes of her bronze hills. The tingling amount of pain heightened the sensation of pleasure and soon Koni found herself thrashing wildly as Pete’s tongue traipsed over aroused nipple and blazing welt alike.

His wet, rough tongue dragged over the delicate sources of both pain and pleasure, pushing her erotic feelings to the greatest intensity imaginable. Every touch was a burst of delight. Koni put her hands on the back of Pete’s shaggy surfer head, knowing now that she couldn’t bear for her cleavage to go unattended again.

But Pete wanted even more than her nubile breasts. He came up, leaving her tits wet with saliva and his own mouth gamey with all the sweat he’d licked from her flushed body. His mouth closed on Koni’s, his tongue flashing into her like a lightning bolt striking. Koni seemed to black out, coming to immediately, now kissing him as deeply as he was kissing her. His tongue caressed and stroked her own.

The sharp tang of Koni’s taste hit Pete’s senses, like she’d eaten some tart fruit and the flavor was still on her tongue. He felt his cock stiffen and throb, begging for relief with an intensity that was almost painful. He was on fire and the only place to snuff the flame was between Koni’s silky thighs.

Pete saw no reason to waste time when they were both so excited, so into it. He rolled on top of the Hawaiian and slapped the inside of her thigh. Koni obediently spread her legs wide, moaning at the new flush of pain-pleasure going through her. Pete could tell she needed it as bad as he did.

In a heartbeat, Pete thrust downward and his steely erection was devoured by the sucking and swallowing of Koni’s hungry sex. Like he was being pulled into a whirlpool, Pete felt himself being drawn into her, throwing himself down onto Koni’s body with so little control he didn’t know if he’d be able to stop. But he didn’t want to anyway. Buried to the hilt in her seething pussy, Pete gloried in the liquid warmth that bathed his enormous cock. Her slippery juices sunk into his immersed length. He felt as if his prick was an explosive, about to be set off by Koni’s immense inner fire.

“Yesssss, oh YES!” Koni moaned, slurring her words between her excitement and her intoxication. “Fuck me hard! I need it in my pussy! All the way inside me, baby, give it to me!”

Pete gulped while Koni clenched her inner muscles. The force gripping his buried cock was almost painful. Koni seemed to have full control over her female folds, enough to ensure he wouldn’t be leaving her snug sheath anytime soon. As if he’d ever want to!

“You want it, doll?”

Pete pulled himself out of Koni, trying to go too fast for her tightness to close up after him, smashing back into her before she knew he was gone. With bruising force, his loins collided with her tender labia, pressing her mound down against her pubic bone. His balls slapped wetly against her supple little ass and his shaft sizzled into Koni until it was entirely surrounded by buttery cunt.

“GGGGHHHH! Motherfucker!” Koni cried, feeling him ram into her. She felt his pubic hair rub against her sensitive lower belly, coarsely scratch the bud of her clit, while the sensation of his fat cock surging into her heat was completely and utterly indescribable.

She was filled, almost overflowing with cock. She wanted to cry out her joy at being blessed so thoroughly, but her very impalement robbed her of her voice. All she could do with a prick that big was take it. As her juices trickled out around his buried meat, Koni finally found her voice and let out a long, passionate moan.

Pete grinned in satisfaction at the satiated contentment drifting up from Koni. It was like she’d come already, with her glazed eyes and lazy smile, her flaring nostrils the only sign of how excited she was through the languor of her satisfaction. “I see you did want it. Now how about THIS?”

He pulled out of her only long enough to give her another smacking thrust. Tremors flew through Koni’s impaled body, the familiar feeling along the walls of her box that told her she was going to come. Heat was rising in her, buzzing in her clit, heaving in her breasts. She ran masturbatory hands over her own flesh, savoring her gathering ecstasy. All she had to do was lie there and Pete would take care of her.

This time, Pete slowly drew himself out of her hot flesh, releasing a flood of Koni’s juices that seeped down between her buttocks. He ignored the tickly feeling where the cream ran over his balls, instead focusing entirely on the hard thrust he was going to give Koni’s willing cunt. He couldn’t ever remember fucking such a tight, luscious chick before. Even his first piece of tail hadn’t stunned him with this kind of sweet pressure. Pete wasn’t going to let it go unappreciated. He wanted to savor the feel of Koni’s burning, vise-tight pussy as long as he could.

Koni writhed continuously on the bed. Like her body had been overwhelmed with the pleasure of how Pete hilted her, now her wandering mind suddenly turned to the satin under her body. Its smoothness, its crisp coolness… She’d never fucked on satin before, but doing it suddenly made her realize why so many guys had tried to use it as a pick-up line. Every little move was sensual, hedonistic, and she tried to hold onto the sensation while Pete drove into her, feeling the satin rub against her skin along with the storm of pleasure inside her stretched cunt.

Her eyes had shut, closing her in with the sensuality of what she was doing, but Koni couldn’t go too long without looking around. She opened her eyes and saw the mirror on the ceiling, two people fucking inside it. It took her foggy mind a moment to register that she was the little tan number with her legs spread so wide, and that the man fucking her was fucking her too.

A tremor shook Koni’s body like a dog with a chew toy, realizing she could both feel herself fucking and watch herself be fucked. It was such a turn-on, she wished she could somehow let Pete fuck her again, the way his reflection was doing. Or maybe fuck him with her on top, so that in the scattered memories of the morning after, she’d be able to recall both watching and not watching the sex.

His cock seared her pussy, filling each fold inside her with flaming passion. The electric charge of being impaled jolted all the way to her brain and dropped depth charges down to her core. And she couldn’t keep her eyes off the mirror, seeing Pete’s flexing muscles as he fucked her. Watching that drunken little ho get fucked at the same time she was made a nice bonus for Koni.