"I bought this for you", I told her, handing the box to her.....
"Oooh, presents! I love presents!", she said, gleefully accepting the gift.
She opened the box, and let it drop to the floor, as she held out the long, flowing silver-white nightgown. Looking at the label, she raised one eyebrow, looking at him...."it's all silk-satin. This much silk must have cost a fortune. God it's beautiful!"
"It'll be worth it", he said. "Where's your ironing board?"..
"My wha...? It's not set up. Why do you want to know......?
"Tell me, baby, what's your fetish?"
"You know my fetish", she said, blushing and turning down her gaze.
"You want me to do it for you?", he asked.
"God....baby, not fair! You know I want that!", she said.
"Then set up your ironing board".
"Okay....okay. I just don't understand".
She went to the closet, and removed the ironing board, and iron. Setting it up in the bedroom, she plugged in the iron. She went to get some water for the iron.
"No water", he said.
"No?"....
"Nope".
"Now what, baby...? she asked, hope in her voice...
"I want you to iron that nightgown for me"
"What?!" I can't iron that gown! It's silk, baby. You can only steam silk, or use a pressing cloth which I don't have.. and anyway, I'd have to put water in the iron..."
"You want to watch me?", he asked, slowly undoing his belt, and the top button of his jeans...
"Ooohhh, you bastard...don't tease me...you know how much I want to..."
"Turn on the iron", he said, moving his hand toward his zipper. Her eyes went to his hand...."Ooh, darlin'," she cooed. She turned the dial on the iron to "silk".
He walked closer to the ironing board, barely inches from it. His zipper now down, his cock beginning to bulge against his underwear.
Her gaze is riveted to his crotch, as his hands push down his jeans, and he grasps his hardening cock through his underwear....
"Yes baby....yes....mmmmmyes", she coos, watching his hand on himself...
"Pick up the iron........and begin ironing the nightgown", he said.
"Oh, sweetheart, please......no....I can't, it's too delicate a material, something might g....."
His hand stopped moving. He began to pull up his jeans.....
"OOOhhhh, no, don't stop, please.... I'll iron it....."she said, picking up the iron and gently laying on the gown....she began to move it gingerly over the silk...."I've got to be so careful....", she says...watching his hand move back to his cock. Now he pulls down the underwear, his engorged member now in his hand....he squeezes himself....and begins to stroke himself, very, very slowly..
"Uunnnh"... she groans in pleasure, as she watches his hand on his cock..his forefinger moving at the underside of the head....the most sensitive area.... she lifts the iron, setting it on it's heel, her gaze fixed on his hand....
"Don't stop ironing....it excites me, a lot....makes me want to stroke myself more....and you like to watch me, don't you?"..
"Yes, oh yes..... I do love to watch you touch yourself, it makes me so HOT..."
"Then keep ironing the nightgown.....YOUR nightgown....for me. In fact, ..... I want you to turn up the iron", he says, reaching for some of the dress of the nightgown that is draped over the board....
"What? No! Baby, I shouldn't be ironing it at all..... I could...."
His hand stopped moving.
"Damn.." she says.."Okay...okay..... " And she turns the temperature dial up one setting.."Now listen, 'she says..."I can't turn this up any more...it's old and the temperature thingy doesn't work right. I don't want to take a chance with this silk, it's WAY too expensive".
By now he's wrapped his hard cock in some of the butter-soft material, and is stroking himself in long, slow strokes....enjoying the luxurious feel on his cock..caressing the head...feeling the silk on the most sensitive part of his body....
And, she, as well, has moved her unoccupied hand to the inside of her elastic waist shorts, and is massaging her wet lips, sliding her finger into her pussy...circling her clit... She is staring lustfully at his silk encased cock, his hand moving slowly...
"Turn it up higher", he says...
"NO...no, I can't, I must'nt.. Please don't make me do this...", she begged. But she couldn't stop watching him, and couldn't stop ironing the gown...or he would stop masturbating. She couldn't take that...she wanted to see him come, watch him spurt his life's juices....God, how she loved to watch him come!
"Do it baby....turn it up". he says, stroking a little faster now.....
"Shit oh shit oh shit", she whispers, and turns up the iron again...one more notch....and the light on the table next to them dims, as the iron's thermostat malfunctions, as she feared. The heating element within the soleplate is taking the full power of the alternating current coming from the wall socket, unbridled by a thermostat. The temperature will climb until the heating element can take no more, and, literally, burns itself out.
She continues to iron the pale white/silver silk.....as the iron heats higher and higher....he moves closer still to the board. She senses what he wants, and moves each pass of the iron very, very close to the head of his cock as he strokes himself closer and closer to climax..Now he's wrapped his entire cock in the silk...and pulls himself closer still to coming...his eyes glued to her hand on the iron....
"Oh, goddammit!", she exclaims. "It's going to burn it, it's too hot!"
"Don't stop!", he implores her..
By now the iron is at least 100 degrees to hot for the silk, and climbing still....
"AAuuughh!!, she softly cries, as she begins to climax.....her legs shuddering.... she keeps the iron moving.... A black trail of burned silk stretches behind the iron, blue/brown smoke rising from the ruined gown. He comes for her....filling the silk with his semen, staining it...he pulls the head out of the silk, and spurts his come all over the heated metal of the iron....it hisses as it's steam joins the rivulets of smoke rising...
She comes again, watching him come all over the burning silk, all over the iron...
Now the iron fails with a 'pop', as the heating coil breaks under the extreme amount of energy flowing through it....
She leaves it sitting in the midst of the ruined gown, as she finishes her second climax.... He too is spent now, and collapses into a nearby chair.....
She begins to gather all this in.....confusing, destructive, erotic, exciting....... What the hell was that?
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