4 comments/ 29053 views/ 5 favorites Leather By: Pyro I met a girl recently and our relationship has become a very interesting one. I met her at a party my brother threw at his apartment. I've been divorced for the past four years and was just coming out of my shell. Up to this point it had been work, work, work. Now the ex was married, money was coming in and I was more relaxed. As my brother at 20 is 10 years younger than I am, I had a hard time relating to the youthful pessimism of his crowd, so I went out on the balcony for some fresh air and less noise. Mike (my brother) had a hanging wicker "cocoon" chair there and I sort of disappeared into it. A short while later, another person walked out onto the separate bedroom balcony to the left of me. I had noticed her earlier; a cute little babe with a magnificent mane of bronze colored hair. Apparently, she didn't see me and I remained quiet, watching her through the wicker lattice of the chair. She was wearing a short denim wraparound skirt and a red and white striped sleeveless crew top. Quite obviously, she was not wearing a bra and her nipples poked through the material in the cool night air. Somebody at the party shouted a suggestion that everyone should go down to the beach and it was heartily seconded, emptying the apartment rapidly. Now it was just the bronze-haired beauty and I. She watched for several minutes as the crowd filtered out of the apartment entrance, three stories below, and headed to the water. She gave another tentative look inside, entered the bedroom, turned out the lights and shut the drapes. The mysterious beauty then walked back out onto the balcony, closing the sliding door behind her. She gave another look around and then, leaning against the glass, began to caress herself, her fingers lingering the nubs of her tits that poked through the material covering them, pinching them and then, pulling harder and harder, whispering "Yes! Yes!" over and over to herself. This little show was really beginning to get to me, but I didn't dare move for fear that she would stop. Soon her hand drifted down and then into the flap of her skirt. I watched the movement of her hand underneath the skirt; short, quick strokes of her masturbating coupled with the pinching of her nipples through her blouse had me uncomfortably rock hard. Her breathing became hoarse and soon she was gasping, her body writhing in sexual heat. To my amazement, she suddenly stopped; her hand pulled away, almost as if someone had grabbed it. Sobbing, she begged an imaginary lover, "No, please! Please don't stop! I was so close!" She humped the air as if it were searching for something hard. "What?" she began again to the ghost in her mind, "Yes, anything! Do anything you want, just make me come!" She swayed against the glass a few more times and then jerked herself upright, really into the fantasy. She caressed herself again and then slowly pulled the tight shirt over her head, closed her eyes as if in a trance and raised her arms upward until her wrists met, dangling the material in the wind. She pushed out her chest slightly, as if being inspected by a phantom lover (or, if I were interpreting the fantasy correctly, her master). To my utter astonishment, she tossed her blouse over the rail and I watched it flutter to fall behind the bushes below. My jaw must have been in my lap as she then removed her skirt, and with the same carefree motion, tossed it over the rail to join her blouse. When my eyes returned to her form, I found that she was absolutely and startlingly naked. She hadn't worn a thing under her skimpy outfit. I now examined her nakedness in the bright moonlight. She was small and thin, with cute little breasts topped with hard little nipples. Her breasts were accentuated by a tapering waist that then rejoiced outward to a smooth, round ass and a cunt that was sparsely covered and gleamed with her lubrication in the moonlight. She wasn't what I would call stunningly beautiful, but that was nullified by her absolute sensuousness. Her hair was magnificent, full and thick, framing a face that didn't need make-up. She could have been twelve or twenty-two -- not that it mattered at the moment! She stood there in the cool breeze, still into her trance, hands and legs apart, vividly living the fantasy playing in her head. After standing there for several minutes, moaning and shivering, she stopped and went to her purse on the chair. Rummaging around for a few minutes, she pulled out several items of interest and then resumed her spot near the rail of the small balcony. She spread her arms and legs again, then slowly brought her hands up to her breasts. She tugged and massaged the nipples to a taut hardness. Then, with a swift intake of breath and a shudder, she quickly moved her hands away. I gasped silently as I saw an alligator clip attached to each nipple with small chains ending in heavy lead weights, dangling in the slight breeze. "Yessssss! Oh, that hurts sooo good!" She held her arms out and slowly bent over so that the weights dangled freely and pulled her nipples and small breasts downward with their weight. Pain and pleasure flashed across her face as she moved every so often, causing the chains and weights to sway bank and forth; her arms folded behind her as if tied or held there by that imaginary tormentor. Once, when she jerked a little harder, one of the weights dropped off, which brought her out of her reverie. She re-attached it with great ceremony and then turned and pulled her purse next to her on the floor of the balcony. She dug back into her purse for some more toys. Bending over with her legs spread, she looked as if she were playing with herself. I used this moment to re-position myself quietly so that I could free and stroke my rock-hard rod. When she came back up and resumed her position, she now had the nipple weights back in place, as well as two small leather belts now strapped to her upper thighs. These, in turn, were connected to rings and the rings to two clips, effectively pulling her pussy lips apart. "You like this, do you!?!" she hissed in a different, commanding tone. Startled, I jumped slightly in my seat. I looked at her, wondering if I'd made too much noise or she sensed my presence. Her eyes were tightly closed, her arms taut and stretched away behind her, pulled by unseen lashings. I hesitated to answer for a moment, waiting until I knew she had seen me. "You LOVE this, don't you.!?” She hiss again. “Answer me, slave! DON'T YOU!?" Her lips curled in pain as she strained forward. Then, in a little girl voice, she answered herself, "Yes, master." I now realized that she was talking to herself! She was really getting into her role as a humiliated submissive, exhibited to the world! The hoarse, commanding whisper hissed again, "I should whip you for being such a poor slave "No, master, please don't" "Spread your legs farther, slut!" She moved to painfully comply, her dripping pussy fully exposed. "You want me to fuck you, don't you, slut "Yes, master! Fill me, pleased!" she begged. She then reached into her purse and pulled out a long, slim, penis shaped dildo and eased it inside her spread pussy, obviously enjoying the feeling of it filling her. "Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!" She cried with each thrust. She fumbled with the base of the dildo for a moment, attaching it loosely to the ring connected to the straps on her thighs. Bending forward, slightly turned toward me, she grabbed her ankles and began a rotating motion with her hips. Amazingly, the dildo seemed to take on a life of it’s own! It began to slowly move in and out of her pussy by itself. I was absolutely stunned at her muscle control! My cock exploded with a load that nearly shot to the top of the cocoon. Her stomach muscled rippled and her ass wiggled up and down. Soon she was breathing heavily and the clips on her nipples wagged savagely in the air. Again, a clip fell from her breast and she stopped. Picking it up, she admonished herself, "You move around too much, bitch! Move over to the rail!" I watched, open mouthed (and rock hard still!), as she replaced the clip to her tit, reached in her bag and pulled out some handcuffs. This was too much! I couldn't believe it as she placed it on her left wrist and then attached it to the wrought iron rail! I looked at my watch and couldn't believe that only 20 minutes had passed! She grasped the rail with her other hand and began to magically push the dildo in and out of her cunt again, the chains attached to "balls" at the base stopping it from being completely sucked into her cunt or coming out of her entirely. Soon she was moaning violently, the dildo firmly sucked into her hole as WE came in a crashing orgasm. She leaned against the rail as her legs shook involuntarily, her juices clearly glistening as it dripped down her legs. With a start, she jerked up! Then I heard it too: Voices! Scrambling, she dropped the key that was in her free hand, which landed just out of her reach on the balcony floor. She began to panic, a clip flying off her nipple and landing on the sidewalk below, and her muttering and swearing to herself "Shit! Shit! Shit" as she franticly struggled to reach the key. She froze when lights went on in the apartment and the curtain and door on my side suddenly opened. No one came out, though and she resumed her groping for the key. It was only an inch or so from her big toe. I sat there smiling, wondering how she was going to get out of this one and if she would really want to live out her fantasy if someone found her. I debated stepping out to help her as she struggled. An age or so later, I heard the sounds of the party breaking up as people wished my brother goodbye and left. My fantasy slave had been staring at the key in concentration, wondering, I guess, how to get at it without bringing attention to herself. Her head snapped up when the bedroom light came on and my brother prepared to sack out with his girlfriend. The girl stole a frightened look over the rail at her clothing, three stories below and then back at the key. Making a decision, she began to unhook herself from the straps and clips, which were still – incredibly - affixed to her pussy and one tit. Throwing everything into her purse, she dug into it again and pulled out a string bikini and slipped into it, tying it the best she could with one hand chained to the railing. Now "clothed," all she had to do was find a way to get the key. She dug into her bag again and pulled out one of the straps. Grasping it between her toes, she looped it out and around the key and finally got it within reach. She undid the cuffs and dropped them into the bag. When the shower came on, she crept over the rail and passed me by inches, going inside and then out the door. I got out of my hiding place and zipped my pants and went inside. As I quietly left, I knew I would have to find out from my brother, just who this mystery girl was... Until then, I had the memory! Leather 17 April 1922, Berlin Three riding crops were lined up in a row. Two cat o' nine tails next to them. A leather mask and bustier. Cuffs lined with mink. On a raised dais was a daybed draped in red velvet. Candles flickered in sconces on the walls. Fierce heat from the fireplace. It wasn't your typical showroom, but then Ingrid was a master--or rather, mistress--of the hard sell. "Atmosphere is so very important, darling," she had said to me the first time we were introduced. Of course, her business--the supply of leather "goods" to the sexually daring--was booming, and selling hard or soft would have produced the same profit margins. Though, truth be told, her clients preferred it hard. As Ingrid had also said to me once, "Behind every bourgeois facade lie a thousand dark fantasies." And it was true. I'd come to Berlin at the behest of my own list of clients. Ingrid entered the room with a young assistant in tow. The assistant, a blonde, wore a red leather choker with a large loop at the front for attaching chains and the like. Ingrid had a new assistant every time I came to visit. They were all artist's models looking to earn a few extra sous, and given the nature of the work, all adventurous young things. For Ingrid's "sales assistants" didn't merely display her merchandise; they demonstrated it, on their own bodies. The assistant's robe fell from her shoulders. I saw at once she was a natural blonde, her body covered in fine golden hairs that glinted in the firelight. Her backside was heart-shaped and firm, her belly taut. Her breasts were tear-shaped and pert, their size exaggerated by her petite frame. Of particular interest were her inverted nipples (a feature I have always found alluring in women). "This is Nico," Ingrid said by way of introduction, picking up the smallest riding crop and inserting it through the ring in Nico's choker. In this way she dragged her to the bed. Before I could say another word, she extracted the crop and gave Nico two smart thwacks on the tips of her breasts. "Just waking them up," she explained. And those two shy nipples did indeed arise, swollen and cherry red, from hiding. Ingrid then snatched up the mask and bustier and tossed them to Nico. "Put these on," she ordered. I could see immediately the materials were of the finest. The supple leather of the bustier pushed Nico's breasts up and forward, creating a tantalizing line of cleavage; the mask covered all but the eyes and mouth. The lower torso and the sex were left completely exposed. "Turn over!" Nico complied like a good submissive. I could just make out darker places on the skin of her thighs, resembling thin stripes. Lashes that had healed but left an indelible, albeit shadowy, mark. Nico had clearly been working for Ingrid for some time. I caught the hint of a smile on her lips as she rolled her belly onto the velvet and pushed her bare ass into the air. Ingrid stepped forward and began stroking the inside of Nico's thighs with the crop, moving higher and higher until she reached the unprotected sex. When she lifted the crop for me to inspect, I saw it was dripping with juice. "All the leather I sell, you'll be happy to know, is treated and stain-resistant," Ingrid reassured me. "Oh, that is good to know," I replied. Ingrid went for the two larger crops and returned, stroking with the smaller but now striking with the larger. Fine red lines arose on the tender flesh of Nico's thighs. With each controlled stroke, she would stifle a low moan and whisper through clenched teeth, "Again, please, Mistress." Naturally Ingrid complied with the repeated request, until a series of red stripes covered Nico's inner thighs. "Now, Jacques, come here," she suddenly commanded. She led me to a wooden post in the corner by the fireplace. "Sit!" "But Ingrid..." I hesitated. Then, before I knew it, she had me on my bottom, my hands bound to the post with the mink-lined cuffs. Altogether, it was not an unpleasant sensation. Ingrid then led Nico over and pushed her forward until her quivering, blonde sex was an inch from my mouth. I could smell her desire. I could see the glistening lips. Ingrid slipped the loop of the choker over an adjustable hook on the post, binding Nico in an upright position. She then went and took up the two cat o' nine tails. "Now Jacques, as you can see, young Nico here is just dripping with enthusiasm. However, I don't want her enthusiasm all over my parquet floor. So, I'm placing you under her. I hope you understand, this is a very responsible position." Ingrid then pushed Nico's pelvis slightly forward, forcing her moistened sex into my mouth. The bulge in my pants grew as the cat o' nine tails passed over it. Ingrid reached back and brought the whip down hard on Nico's flesh. Her ass quivered as a drop of honey slid from her labia onto my tongue. I drank eagerly as Ingrid continued to lash Nico's bottom. Each stroke of the cat o' nine tails forced her sweet-smelling sex deeper into my mouth. Her juices were flowing steadily now. I was drinking my fill, sucking harder and harder at the well. Nico was getting it front and back, pleasure and pain, and it must have overwhelmed her, for her moans and gasps built in intensity. This only heightened the frenzy of Ingrid's strokes, and now a trickle of blood mingled with nectar. My thirst was unquenchable. Nico shivered. I could actually feel the current move down her labia and thighs, which rubbed my cheeks. She let out one final cry, nearly fainting. Ingrid loosed the hook and led her back to the bed, where she collapsed. Ingrid then uncuffed me, adding, "She seems dazed, Jacques. Perhaps she needs a drink." I didn't require any prodding. I undid my trousers and released my overheated member. Ingrid passed the cat o' nine tails up and down its length a few times. That was all it took. I took aim as my jism spurted several feet through the air into Nico's waiting mouth. She drank as eagerly of me as I had of her. A bit did land on the mask, however. Ingrid answered my expression, "Everything seems to be in working order. I'll wrap it all up for you. And Jacques, if you're worried about having soiled the merchandise, don't." She bent over Nico and licked the remaining drops of white fluid from the mask with that long German tongue of hers. "It's stain-resistant, remember?" Leather Always a big admirer of a muscular physique I searched for muscle worship sites on the web. I went through many but was never enamored enough to stay. Finally I found the site of Ty Forrest and I was captivated by his good looks and phenomenal physique." This man has it all" I thought. There were many photos on the site, showing that beefy body in different poses. My favorites were the ones in a leather cap carrying a whip. I could imagine him standing over me, muscles flexed as he strikes my backside with that whip. There was a live web-cam on the site and I decided to take a look. I logged in and there was this Herculean man bending and flexing. Every muscle well defined. I had to get him into a private chat. He was very friendly and playful and I felt comfortable telling him what I wanted, what I needed. I asked to see his ass and he happily obliged. Looking at that hard round ass made my cock begin to throb and try its best to break free. He turned around and I got my first view of his great cock, even flaccid it was huge! I asked him to squeeze those big round balls. As he did I began to do the same, imagining his hands on me. I was completely transported as he complied with my every wish. For the rest of the evening I could not get him out of my mind. The way his muscles strained as he stroked that long, thick cock, his powerful leg muscles squeezing tightly together as he stroked himself to release. My own release had come long before but my eyes refused to break free from the sight. I was exhausted from a long day at work and fell asleep thinking of him. Images came to my mind as I slept, soft, misty pictures of bulging pecks and hard abs flexed to perfection. Enjoying these visions I fell into a deep sleep. A hand touches my shoulder and I awake to find him there, smiling at me. He pulls me out of bed and scans my body with piercing blue eyes. I reach out to touch that hard body and he slaps my hand away. "Touch me without permission again and I will be forced to punish you." He pulls me to him forcefully. Powerful hands grab my hair as his lips take mine in a voracious kiss. I feel hot breath on my ear whisper "I know what you want." His voice is rough and raspy with a heavy Australian accent. My body quivers with anticipation, imagining all that might be in store for me. He slaps my ass and tells me to stand in front of him. I stand in front of him completely nude, completely vulnerable. To my great excitement he is wearing the same leather outfit from his website. He walks around me in a wide circle, inspecting my body, his eyes burning my flesh. He stops in front of me his blue eyes examine me from under the leather hat brim. He slowly pulls on leather gloves using his teeth to pull them tight. He moves behind me once more and I begin to shiver. Cool leather slides down my back as he caresses me with his gloved hand. He moves in behind me and I feel the heat of his body, every muscle presses hard against me. His gloved hands roam my body freely and I feel the heat of his breath on my neck. My breath quickens and I feel lightheaded leaning my body against his. Leather-clad Hands move up my ribs to light on my chest, thumbs tease my erect nipples and then a scintillating pain shoots through me. His fingers pinch my nipples and release, then pinch again much harder. "Do you like that?" he whispers in my ear "Is that what you need?" Hardly able to speak, a breathless yes escapes my lips. He pushes away from me and moves in front of me. His eyes settle on my growing erection. I stand there, nipples burning and my body aches for more of his touch, his warmth on my body. The look on his face is stern and I know he is displeased. "Did I tell you to get an erection?" His voice is curt and loud I jump slightly from fear and excitement. "Bend over" he orders "hands on the bed." I obey immediately and bear my ass to him. He begins to knead and caress my ass with those leather gloves on. The smooth now warm leather on my skin is almost more than I can take and I begin to moan. A sharp whack on my ass lets me know this is not allowed and another stinging blow lets me know I will be harshly punished. He continues to punish my sore backside striking harder each time. My cock threatens to explode the pleasure is so intense. Finally he stops to admire his work, caressing my red, swollen ass with gloved hands. His hands leave me and I stand, arms braced on the bed, legs trembling. He doesn't speak for several minutes but I can feel his eyes on me, he hasn't told me to move so I remain there anxiously waiting for more of his touch. I am completely at his mercy. I hear something hit the floor but I remain still, footsteps move toward me and I feel bare hands squeeze my ass. "You are such a good boy," he tells me "You like your ass spanked don't you?" I start to reply but before the words come out he swats me several times in rapid succession. The sting is incredible his bare hand feels so good. He seems to sense that I can't take much more. Strong arms pull me up and flip me around. Our hot lips meld together in a passionate kiss his powerful arms hold me while his long tongue takes possession of my mouth. He takes my hand and guides it over his chest and down his hard abs. I realize that he is now nude and my pulse races. He allows me to worship his hard body, touching every flexed, perfect muscle. He grips my shoulders and pushes me slowly onto my knees. My eyes open wide with excitement seeing that huge cock in front of me. I eagerly wrap my lips around the bulbous head and begin to suck. His cock grows so large in my mouth that I almost choke. I try my best to swallow him. He grabs my head and starts pumping that monster in and out of my mouth. "Yeah, suck that big cock!" Hearing him say the word "cock" in that accent sends me over the edge. I grab his firm ass and pull him into me, wanting to devour every inch of him. I feel the sweat pouring from his body and every muscle in his body is tight and hard. His huge thighs bulge and flex as he force-feeds me that hard cock. He is pumping hard, hitting the back of my throat with each powerful thrust. I squeeze those large round balls and his fingers threaten to pull the hair from my scalp. "Shit yeah, squeeze those balls," he orders. I happily comply and my own balls begin to stiffen. His cock lurches in my mouth and I feel his entire body become rigid. Knowing that I am giving him so much pleasure and feeling his body pressed hard inside and against me sends an unbelievable wave of pleasure through my body. My cock spasms and I cum with such force I almost pass out from the release. Ty shoves that monster cock against the back of my throat and shoots stream after stream of sweet cum into me. I suck down every drop knowing he will be angry if I'm sloppy. I continue to suck his great cock until not a drop is left and then I make sure to lick him clean. I look up into those deep blue eyes and thank him for allowing me this pleasure. He pulls me up and wraps those arms around me his warm sweaty body presses against mine. I am so weak and shaky he is holding me up. I relish in this moment, absolutely under his control. He picks me up and carries me back to bed. He lowers me gently down and pulls the blanket over my quivering body. "You are such a good boy " he tells me. "Next time, if you are good, I will fuck that tight ass of yours." A twinge of excitement and fear shoots up my spine at the thought of that enormous dick in my ass. I am so totally exhausted that I can't help but fall of to sleep. Dreams of him fill my night, dreams of all the adventures yet to come. Leather Dinner is on the stove as she lets herself into the flat, her own set of keys on her keyring, she uses here as a bolt hole occasionally when she needs to get away from her family, while I am at work, the only clue I have is the lingering smell of Anais Anais in the air. She hooks her keys on the back of the door, knowing full well that if you put keys down in my flat they have a tendency to disappear of their own accord. She calls and I answer from the kitchen, she moves across the flat and puts her head around the door, telling me hello and immediately moving forwards for a kiss. I turn to her and kiss her gently, my mind wondering how bold she has become since the first time I made love to her. I pull back and look at her, she is stunning, clad totally in black leather. She stands there with her hands on her hips, in black leather pants, thigh length black leather high heeled boots and a black jacket. She moves around the back of me and kisses the back of my neck, I hear the zipper on her jacket as she pulls it down, and I pull the dinner off the stove and turn to face her, catching my breath as she slides the jacket off her shoulders to reveal a black lace up leather Basque. Her hands move to my shirt, unbuttoning it as I unlace her top, her mouth moves down my neck and places tiny little kisses all over it as I continue to undo her laces. She puts one hand over my shoulder and turns off the stove, her hand then moves back to my breasts, taking one of my nipples between her fingers and rolling it, then moving to the other one, her lips never leaving my neck and face. She kisses me deeply once more, and pulls away, looking in my eyes, smiling. I jokingly ask if she is sure she doesn't want dinner, she looks me in the eyes and tells me that she is about to get dinner and so am I. She takes my nipple between her fingers and starts walking to the bedroom, forcing me to follow her. We reach the bedroom and she turns and kisses me again briefly, then bends to take the nipple she has just pulled into her mouth, suckling on it, her tongue flicking over it, my back arching to meet her. Her hair is in one long blonde plait down the middle of her back, and I wind it around my hand, and pull her up to my face again. I kiss her deeply, my tongue sliding into her mouth, taking in her taste, her tongue intertwining with mine as we explore each other. My hands move down her sliding her basque off and moving down to her pants, unzipping them and then moving her to the bed and bending to unzip her boots, she bends over my back and kisses my spine, knowing that any movement on it drives me wild, my knees go to jelly and I pull her boots off with a moan, turning back to her as I do. She pulls me back towards her and moves me onto the bed, standing to step out of her pants and then moving back to the bed, back to me, still tanned from her holiday, her blonde hair almost white from the sun. I watch as she moves down the bed, kissing her way down my body, until she reaches my pussy, her tongue snakes out of her mouth and glides across my cleanly shaven pussy, slick with my juices and begging for her touch. She licks me from top to bottom, never entering me, knowing how to drive me nuts, I marvel at the quick learner she is, knowing what to do to me, knowing how to please me and make me squirm. Her tongue enters me, lapping up my juices and moving to kiss my thighs, placing tiny kisses all over them, her tongue flicking as she does. Her mouth moves up to my clit and sucks it gently into her mouth, her tongue then explores every fold, every line, tasting, making me moan out loud as my hips move under her. She sucks slightly harder, her teeth gently gripping as she sucks it in and out of them, as I feel them scrape gently across it, my hand moving down me to her head, gripping her plait in my hand and pulling her up to me, I kiss her, tasting me on her lips and in her mouth, I pull away and tell her to turn around, I want to taste her and I cannot wait any longer, I have to have this woman. She moves down me once more but this time her legs straddle my shoulders and move back, as she lowers herself and my hands move across her butt, gripping her, pulling her down on to me, as I feel her mouth once more on my pussy, her tongue moving back inside me as my own slides into her, tasting her for the first time all over again, the bittersweet taste of her against me. She moans and sucks on my clit harder, as I take her own into my mouth, rolling it around with my tongue, suckling on it gently, her nails dig into my butt as I pull her deeper onto me, my tongue moving up to lick her juices from her, she is so wet I could swim in her, and as my tongue moves inside her she lets out a shuddering moan and grinds herself deeply onto me as my tongue slides deeper and she moves her hips over me, I lap her juices like I have never tasted it before, then continue my journey and lick up her to her butthole, flicking my tongue across it, stretching up to find it, feeling it tighten under my tongue as she squirms on top of me, feeling her nipples hard against me. She takes two fingers and slides them deeply into me, my nails dig deep as she slides them in and out of me, slowly, filling me and then leaving me empty, over and over as my tongue moves back down her and fucks her own wet cunt as deeply as I can. Her hips move in perfect rhythm and my tongue glides in and out in even strokes, every movement driving her nuts and making her wetter. I move my mouth back to her clit, her own is sucking on mine and moans leave me as I suck her back into my mouth, alternating between sucking hard and gentle, her hips grinding her clit into my face, the smell of her sex filling my senses, driving me on. I want this woman to cum, I want to taste her, I need to taste her. I feel my own orgasm starting in the pit of my stomach and renew my sucking on her clit as it hits me, my body going rigid as her fingers work in and out of my cunt and her mouth sucks hard on my hard, swollen clit. I move back to her clit and slide two of my own fingers into her, followed by a third which I work in and out of her then slide to her butthole, gently brushing my nail across it and then sliding my finger inside. The effect is instant, she cums immediately, bucking and writhing against me, moaning as she cums, her teeth nipping the insides of my thighs, a quiver going from top to bottom through her as wave after wave hits her, my fingers sliding in and out of her and my mouth on her clit, my tongue probing as I suck on her. She lies breathless on me, my fingers slowing and gently leaving her, as she moves off me and moves up my body, kissing her way up me as she moves into the side of me, snuggling against me. She takes my hand and moves it to her lips, sucking the two fingers into her mouth one at a time cleaning them, running her tongue around them until they are totally clean. She pulls them out of her mouth with a pop and looks up at me with a glint in her eye, I smile and ask her where mine is, she laughs and tells me she ate that too, making me laugh as she snuggles back into me and plays with my nipple, her mouth gently suckling on the other one, as I play my nails up and down her back, feeling her wriggle at the side of me, her breasts squashed against me. We continue this for about 30 minutes, each of us lost in the senses of the other one, gently and carefully driving each other nuts without totally losing it. Her fingers play across my skin and down to my pussy, where she slides two fingers into me and starts to gently rub my clit, hitting the spot just above the hood that drives me nuts. Her thumb joins her fingers and she brushes her nail across my clit, still so sensitive from all her attention earlier, it sends shudders down my body and I hook my leg over hers, exposing my clit and cunt to her. She slides two fingers into me again and pushes them in deeply 6 or 7 times, each time pushing harder than the last, until she pulls them out again and moves back to my clit. I move my hand down and catch hold of hers, I am not going to miss out this time, as I move her hand to my mouth and take her two fingers in my mouth, tasting me on her, my mouth sucking on her, my tongue cushioning her fingers as they slide in and out of my mouth. She pulls them out and runs her nails down my lips and my body, in between my breasts, tracing small, idle circles down me until she reaches my pussy once more. She slides her fingers back inside me and rubs my clit once more, this time not stopping, listening to my moans as they get louder and deeper, my breath getting caught in my throat as she rubs harder and faster, bringing me closer and closer until finally it overtakes me in waves, my body going nuts, great shudders going through me, almost screams leaving me, she moves and silences them with her mouth, stealing them from me and making them her own, as her tongue glides into my mouth, my passion overtakes me and I kiss her deeply and hard, she returns it and her body moves more urgently against me. I take this as a signal and move down her body, gently nipping her and taking her skin gently into my mouth, tasting her perfume slightly on my tongue as I continue to move down, eventually reaching her pussy once more. I lick her lips gently and her hand moves to my head, pushing me down onto her, I slide my tongue into her and then move up taking her clit into my mouth and sucking on it hard. She moans and raises her hips to meet me, her fingers tight in my hair, as I continue to suck, this woman will scream for me, I will make sure of it. I lick her over and over, my tongue probing and exploring her, tasting her, hearing her moan, I blow on her clit and her body explodes once more, greedily I go back to her for more, my tongue going deep inside her, my lips around her cunt, sucking her juices and cum out. I take her back into my mouth again, sucking on her, riding the waves of her orgasm as one after the other hits her, not stopping for one second, my assault on her pussy relentless, needing her, feeling her as her hips ride high off the bed, my hands on her hips, her hand in my hair, she screams my name and thrashes on the bed, her free hand clawing at the bed, as her head gets buried in the pillows. Her hand leaves my hair and her arms go above her head, both hands flat against the wall she pushes down onto me, grinding herself on to me as my teeth pull on her clit and I slide my fingers into her. I suck hard on her clit again as my fingers ream her cunt, feeling it as it tightens around me, her hips are back on the bed but her back is arched high and her shoulders leave the bed, I dig my remaining nails into her butt and pull her in, my mouth never leaving her, my tongue sliding up and down her pussy, in and out, tasting wave after wave of her cum in my mouth, she suddenly slumps back onto the bed and then half sits up, growling under her breath, no longer knowing what she wants or where she wants to be. I look up to see her watching me, the look in her eyes tells me that there is no recognition there, she does not even know where she is, never mind who she is with, her face is a miryad of emotions, pain, pleasure, lust, passion, everything is there. My fingers in and out of her, I bite her clit gently and she screams a string of obscenities at me, telling me to fuck her hard, to suck her clit and make her cum again, she no longer has a break between each orgasm and is just cumming over and over again. I pull away from her as she slumps back onto the bed, her whole body shaking , every muscle shaking with tension being released, I look up her body and ask her if she wants me to stop, she tells me no and I go back to her, gently running my tongue across her swollen clit, she screams once more and moves about 6 inches up the bed, a long "nnnnnoooooooooooooooooooo" leaving her. I look up again and ask her if she wants me to stop, as I move, following her up the bed, her face is a picture of torn decision, she tells me once more she does not want me to stop, and I move in once more towards her, licking her lips as she breathlessly tells me no again. I smile at her, I know this, I have been here, so wrapped up in self satisfaction that she no longer knows what she wants, but I am not going to stop until she tells me to, I want her to surrender first, I want to know that this woman can not take anything else that I do to her, I want to do something that no one else has ever done. I follow her up the bed once more and ask her if she wants me to carry on, her head is a mute half nod, half shake, and I lower my head to her once more to her, kissing the insides of her thighs gently as she continues to move up the bed, following her I move in again and hear a strangled almost non existent "stop, no more." I smile and look up asking her if she is sure, in reply I get a combination of yes and no, and I take that as surrender and move up the bed to her. I take her face in my hands and kiss her gently, her body is still quivering as I take her into my arms, where she curls up like a small child as she continues the struggle of getting her body under control, her breathing still ragged, as I quiet her gently, kissing the top of her head, her eyes, rocking her gently, bringing her back to me. Her breathing slowly returns to normal and becomes deep and even as her exhaustion takes over and she sleeps until I wake her to send her home to her husband. I help her get dressed again on wobbly legs and once dressed she looks at me and smiles, leaning forward to kiss me. The kiss is gentle and full of love, the love we have for each other as friends and lovers. We say our goodbyes and arrange to meet again the following week, she leaves almost silently and I listen to her footsteps as they make their way down the floors and out to the car, my life suddenly mysteriously empty. Leather I was not sure what happened or why; really, I didn't care. I felt Jerome penetrating me and knew he would be my no tell lover. I am married to a sexless woman who won't touch me or let me touch her. Jerome pressed more of his thick hard shaft deeper into me. I wasn't sure what a swoon was but I think I swooned. Further his man meat went, deeper into my waiting bowels. His nine-inch length more than equaled his thickness. I felt his cock embedded in my ass and his tight curls of black cock pubic hairbrush and tickle my butt cheeks. I met Jerome one morning a couple years ago. I came out of the campus cafeteria with coffee in hand and complimented me in passing about a shirt I wore. We began talking and he was quick and unafraid to tell me he was gay. That was not an issue for me as I have worked with and known gay men for years. Off and on we met for short conversations until one day he openly told me he found me sexually attractive. His words were a simple few, "I like older bears like you." A couple days later, outside the main campus building we talked more. He began to stumble over his words trying to tell me how he felt about me. Deeply embarrassed, he tried to apologize. Looking him directly in the eye, I told him not to be embarrassed. "I understand what you're trying to say and I am not upset." Relief flooded over him as he smiled. Time marched onward as our schedules didn't allow us too many meetings and those were very brief. We shared an occasional email just to stay in contact. Over those months, I began to become aware that I was feeling an attraction to him. In my early teen years, I experimented with gay sex exploring sexuality. However, I hadn't done anything more than that. I was married with two kids and in every way, I was a straight male. Some truth about me is my enjoyment of anal penetration with one of many dildos I have. I know many men who silently enjoy self-gratification and some who enjoy it as a part of their sexual life with their wives or girlfriends. I was coming to the realization I wanted to experiment again with a man. Would it be Jerome? Feeling him begin to get into a rhythm, I knew I was being satisfied in a most pleasurable way. He built up speed stroke by stroke but not in a hurried or demanding way. He rubbed my prostate and it swelled. I was certain he would give me an anal orgasm and hoped it would happen as he came in me. I wanted it that way. He suddenly withdrew, I was empty and unsatisfied. In another moment, a stinging blow crossed my butt cheeks as his thick leather belt began making sever strikes. This was a new sensation and I reeled from the pain. Again he strapped me, and again. The strikes stung making me aware that welts of deep red marked each blow. I wanted to beg him to stop while wishing it would continue. I was very conflicted. When the strikes ended, I was laying on my stomach. Jerome mounted me again with one swift push his thick long black cock filled me again. I screamed in both pain and lust. Now he pounded his wonderfully full hard cock into me. It wasn't long until he came. I wouldn't have thought I could feel his jetting cum fill me, yet I did. I didn't have a full anal orgasm, although my prostate did swell making him feel larger. Jerome is a young man in his twenties, compared to me at almost 65, and virile. His hard cock remained firm even after his cum. He breathed deeply and began stroking in me again. My ass stung from the strapping he'd given me and his body warmth kept the sting alive. Jerome began talking in a low voice, "Tell me how you feel, Paul." "Fuck me some more, Jerome. Didoes will never be the same again. Your cock is my pleasure." He slid in and out with his full length. I felt him in my depths then just barely in me before filling me again. His cum mixed with the lube he used first made me wet and slippery; I squeezed against his cock. I realized how much I wanted this afternoon to last and how much I wanted to give him his pleasure. "Whip me again!" His cock withdrew and the strapping renewed. I counted each strike, each blow was a painful sexual pleasure I'd never experienced. He was not striking me with brutal blows, yet each strike cracked like thunder after a lightning bolt. "Twenty-five," I counted. He mounted me again; I was full with his well-developed tool. "Finish in me again, Jerome!" I managed to wedge a couple pillows under my hips and felt him driving even deeper. The feeling of my prostate being massaged with each pull and push drove me closer as moans of pleasure escaped my mouth. I had a massive anal orgasm just as Jerome reached his second peak. We came hard. I knew I had violated every ethical barrier between student and teacher, knew that I had committed adultery, and knew I didn't care. Leather Adventures My Transformation into a dominatrix Day 1 of College Hi. My name is Lexi and this is my first day at Grad School, or degree college as some people call it. It's 6:30, half an hour before college starts. I have taken one of those performing arts courses that have unearthly hours. Fuck, I must be crazy since I am one of those people that like to laze around in bed till noon. Bruno Mars style. "HEY LEXI GET YOUR BUTT DOWN HERE!!". This from Aaron, my annoying yet sweet big brother. I look at myself in the mirror and sigh. Which PetaQ decided that the dress code was to be Indian Ethnic? We are adults after all, who are old enough to drive, drink and vote! Sometimes I just don't get this country's value system. Now because of this dress code I cant wear my favorite boots. OK so I'm a sucker for leather. The feel of it nearly makes me wet. Unfortunately the local laws make getting the stuff really expensive, so while I would love a whole closet filled with coats, jackets, boots and other more kinky stuff I have to be content with 3 coats and a cherished pair of calf length stiletto boots. At this point Aaron comes back upstairs to see what's taking so long. He is a typical geek, with messy long hair and black framed glasses that makes him look a cross between Harry Potter and Richard Stallman, his clothing of choice is a black hooded sweatshirt and jeans. He smiles at me, reading my thoughts. "You want to wear your boots?" "Yes, but there is no way that it will match this damn salwar-kameez."I reply. "Sure it will." He countered. "Here, put them on." He grabbed the boots from behind my bedroom door and set them in front of me. He then opened my closet and dug out my long dark brown leather coat. "Be quick" he said and stood back. Reluctantly, I put the boots and coat on feeling foolish. That feeling however faded once I was encased in the coat's warm hide. The boots made me nearly 6 inches taller when I stood up. Aaron moved away from the mirror and I saw my reflection. The shiny black boots with their silver buckles almost seamlessly merged with the black leggings I had chosen, my coat contrasted nicely with my olive skin and goth makeup. Damn I looked hot! Confidence flowed through me as I said "Lets go." Aaron pulled out his YZF-R1 from the garage and we set off. I grabbed his waist and nuzzled against him. I could tell he was getting hard. Boys! I may be his sister, married or fucking jail bait, their little cocks can't tell the difference. He opened up the throttle and we accelerated down the highway. We reached college at around 6:45, thanks to Aaron's sports bike. I got off the bike and he pulled me close for a goodbye hug. I felt his erection and could not help giving it a teasing squeeze. "Have fun." he said and drove off for work. I turned to enter the main gate and came face to face with a sleepy security guard. These guys just piss me off with their broken English and draconian enforcement of the aforementioned dress code. "Madam this dress is not allowed" he announced blocking my path. I wanted to drive my boot into his pathetic balls and grind my heels into them till they exploded. However first degree assault is not the best way to start the day so instead I unbuttoned my coat. Slowly. His eyes widened in shock, he thought I was going to flash him! Pathetic really, he recovered quickly when he saw my salwar top under the coat and stood aside to let me pass. I closed up my coat and went in giving him a sweet smile and said "Thank you Uncle" in my little girl voice. He gulped and looked away, I nearly burst out laughing. My classmates would love this story! Performing Arts class "Hey Lexi, looking gorgeous!" This came from Mona, my old school friend who I suspect harbors a monster crush on Aaron. Mona is a lot like me in some ways, she has a leather fetish as well and that brought us much closer in high school when our hormones kicked in. She is very shy however and is quite submissive, at least around guys. I gave her a hug by way of greeting and said "Thanks you don't look so bad yourself." Mona looked awesome in her black trench coat and boots. A thick leather choker that looked eerily like a slave collar encircled her neck. Her skin was ivory white and she had jet black shoulder length hair and almost anime like black eyes. She was also wearing blood red lipstick that made her look like Snow White. Given that nearly everyone said I had more sex appeal, and she had a more innocent-like beauty, I considered myself as her evil queen, however her prince charming Aaron is now in front of a computer with copious amounts of Red Bull in his system. The class room air conditioner was on so that gave us an excuse to sit in our seats with our leather on. I took a quick survey of our fellow classmates. There were about 15 of us taking this course, most of the others were either Hollywood or Bollywood wannabes. There were 3 guys in the class. One, a nerdy guy in a sweater vest and formal shirt and pant. Another, a jock who was giving all the girls the "I know you wanna fuck me" look. And another quiet guy playing a game or something on his cell phone. The teacher was your stereotypical arts professor. Eccentric, quirky and with little grip on reality. The first day was an ice-breaker and orientation day which meant the teachers introduced themselves and we had to introduce ourselves. Boring as hell but that is first day. We were then shown the auditorium where we would be putting up performances and doing practices. The girls had to remove their heels since the carpeting had not been installed and the teacher did not want the wood on the stage to be scuffed by stilettos. Each of us had to give a sort of casting call, act out any part of any play for one minute while the others watched. Mona played the role of Juliet, the innocent look she gave while professing her love to an unseen Romeo gave the professor and the jock a raging hard on. I decided to do a performance of "Poor Unfortunate Souls" from the Broadway version of The Little Mermaid. The jock and the professor were terrified but the nerd said I had an amazing voice. The nerd's turn was next. He came up on stage cleared his throat and did a particularly stirring rendition of Music of the Night from the Phantom of the Opera. I complimented him as well and revised my opinion of him. He may be a nerd but he does have pipes. I soon noticed that Thomas, the quiet guy was nowhere to be seen. Deciding I needed some air I went to the dressing room where we kept our bags, shoes and jackets. I heard grunting noises coming from the room. Some one was jerking off to the stuff in there, probably some perv with a shoe fetish. Peering inside I saw it was Thomas and then I saw what he was jerking off to. My boots! He was sniffing them and jerking off like a puppy! I went in, locked the door, yanked the boots out of his hand and grabbed him by the hair. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" I growled. He looked terrified and started shivering, his erection however had not subsided. "I-I am sorry Lexi." he stammered "sorry doesn't cut it" I said and banged his head against the wall. I then put on by boots and coat. He sighed in relief or may be despair thinking I was going to leave him and report him or something. Dead wrong. I kicked him in the stomach and he doubled over in pain. That did not seem to bother his dick since it was still hard. I felt a wave of arousal, shoe fetish and a pain slut! I placed my boot on his dick and balls, all I had to do was stomp and he could kiss them goodbye. The thought nearly made me cum. He must have thought the same thing for he started begging. "Please don't hurt me mistress!" I kicked him in the stomach again. "you pathetic loser! I should have you reported. You don't belong to a college, you belong in jail." "Please mistress. Please don't say anything! I will do what ever you want please don't report me!" I bent down, grabbed him by his hair and pulled him to a half kneeling position. I then whispered in his ear- "Then you will become my bitchboy slave. Understood?" pre-cum oozed out of his dick. "Yes mistress" he replied. I spat on his face and let go of his hair. "Go get your stuff. Meet me at the gate." "Yes Mistress" he replied. He zipped his fly and left. I made a call to Aaron telling him I have already found a ride home. He said it was cool since he would be working late anyway and I waited for my latest acquisition. I knew I was always dominant, and while I have a raging leather fetish I had never actually dominated someone before. I had briefly tried teasing and bossing Aaron around but I soon found out he could handle me quite easily. The fact that I had caught Thomas and he had not offered any resistance made me wet. There were still things I needed to learn about being a dominatrix but this was a good start. A few minutes later, Thomas pulled up in his car. "Ready to go Lexi?" he asked. I folded my arms and glared at him. He realized what he was supposed to do and blood drained from his face. Damn, I could turn him into a quivering piece of meat! He got out of the car and opened the passenger door. His eyes downcast. I got into the car, he got in as well and then I asked him "You live alone?" "Yes mistress." "Good take me to your place." I said and we drove off in icy silence. He knew he was going to pay for calling me by name. Thomas' house was more of an estate rather than a house. It was a large Victorian building in the middle of a large field. This meant ample privacy. My dirty mind already conjuring fantasies of him screaming his lungs out. He parked the car in front of the house, got out and then opened my door. He then escorted me into the house. As soon as we were in I kicked him in the balls. "Aaargh!" he yelled and flew backwards with the force of the kick. I walked up to him and kicked him again on his side, then yanked his hair and yelled in his ear- "don't you ever call me by name again. You address me as miss or mistress or even miss Lexi or mistress Lexi but never only by name. Get it faggot?" "Yes Mistress" he moaned. "Good. Now strip. Slaves don't wear clothes in my house." He looked at me confused. "Well yes." I said going over to a couch and sprawling in it. "I own you now so that means this house is now mine." I looked at him daring him to argue the point. Not easy to do when your cock is still throbbing. He hung his head and said "Yes Mistress" and began to strip. I must say he had quite a good body. He wasn't very tall, I was about the same height but towered over him in my boots. He did not have any body hair and his build while not muscular did not have any flabbiness. "Get on your knees and lick my boots clean" I ordered. He promptly got on his knees and started licking them clean of today's dirt. In the mean time I was getting wetter and wetter. This feeling of power and control was making me high. After a while I ordered him to stop and told him to go get me a drink and bring it to the bedroom. He left for the bar attached to the dining room and kitchen and I went into the bedroom, locked the door and stripped of my horrid salwar top and leggings. I put my coat and boots back on, unlocked the door and sat on the bed. He returned with two flutes of champaign. "Did I say you could get any for yourself?" Blood drained from his face again. "No mistress" He quavered. "set them both on the table and come here on you knees." I growled. He set them down and shuffled forwards on his knees. I slapped his face hard to the left then backhanded him. I grabbed his chin and asked "Thirsty slave?" "Yes mistress" he replied. "Open up" I said taking a flute of champaign. He opened his mouth and I took a sip of champaign and spat it into his mouth. Then I threw the rest of it in his face. "I was going to let you eat my pussy" I told him. "but all you get to do now is watch me cum" I drained my glass of champaign, settled on the bed and began playing with myself. It did not take me long and soon the orgasm crashed over me. I had never cum so hard before. Aaron and Mona 2 hours earlier. Outside college Mona shivered with anticipation as she waited outside the College main gate. Lexi had run off with the geek from class, that in itself was not unusual given what a cock-tease she was, and geeks are generally harmless. The text message she received was short and to the point. "Lexi does not need a ride home. Pick u up in 15mins" Soon enough, Aaron pulled up on his bike. The sight of him always sent tingles down her spine. Aaron was tall, lean without an ounce of extra fat on him and had long black hair that was messy, thick and oh so gorgeous. In his black hooded sweatshirt, jeans leather boots and swarthy complexion, he looked like the Grim Reaper himself, giving off this mysterious aura that he was a very complex and dangerous man. His face was hidden by the black tinted sun visor on his helmet as he turned his head to look at her and gestured for her to mount the bike. As Mona swung her leg over the bike she could not suppress a shudder of anticipation. Aaron revved the bike's engine and they were off tearing through traffic and heading for the highway. Aaron's house was a modest 2 story building in a suburban neighborhood on the outskirts of the city. He drove the bike straight to the garage where he and Mona dismounted. Before Mona's feet touched the ground he pulled her leather covered body close to his and gave her a kiss filled with savage passion. His tongue probing the confines of her mouth. She yielded and responded to the kiss, tears nearly welling up inside. "I missed you Master" she said after he had pulled away. He grinned. "Our last encounter was 24 hours ago." He opened the door and ushered her in. She went straight to Aaron's bedroom and knelt in the center with her legs spread waiting for him. He entered the room with a thick leather belt in one hand and her leash in another. "Time for your inspection slave." he growled. Mona started to tremble. "I..I had to conform to the dress code Sir.." she began. Aaron suddenly cracked the air near her with the belt. It she nearly yelped in fright. "I don't want to hear any of your useless excuses!" he growled. They always sounded deep and guttural yet every word was articulate. A Klingon opera singer would be put to shame. "Stand up! Take that leather off!" Now shaking with both fear and arousal, Mona stood up and slowly began to remove her trench coat. She swung her hips seductively all the time making eye contact with him so that he got horny enough to go easy on her. It did not always work but a girl can but try. Beneath her coat she had a red traditional salwar complete with the dupatta. She stripped that off too along with her knee high boots and the leggings. Her underwear consisted of a simple white cotton bra and panties. She took those off too. Now she was butt naked except for her slave collar. Aaron picked up the clothes. "You know the rules slut" he said. "2 lashes for every piece of clothing that does not have leather in it. That means you have earned 10 lashes today. An all time high." Mona hung her head in shame. Silently cursing herself for not taking advantage of the 15 minute window he had given her to change into the appropriate "slave attire" as he called it. "Up against the wall bitch!" Aaron commanded. Silently sobbing Mona went to the wall on the far side of the room. Aaron had made some modifications to the room. Typing a few keys on his laptop that stood on a desk, sections of the wall retracted to reveal leather manacles for the hands and feet. He secured her to them, the stood back. "you are going to count them." he told her "And tell me what each of them are for. Understood slave?" "Yes sir" she replied. Swish-Thwack! "One for the salwar top sir!" Swish-Thwack! "Two for the salwar top sir!" Swish-Thwack! "One for the leggings sir!" Each lash with the belt crashed into her soft flesh with vicious precision. Aaron knew exactly how to wield the belt so that it never hit the same spot twice. The result was excruciating pain across her back and ass but no marks or redness what so ever to bear witness to the torment she had been through. By the end of the flogging, Mona was openly crying and her pussy was sopping wet. Aaron came up behind her and gently started squeezing her breasts. "Hush now babe" he whispered nuzzling her neck as her sobs subsided. She calmed down as he unlocked her manacles. "Thank you sir" she replied when the last strap came off. He then clipped the leash to her collar and ran a finger across her slit. The sensation nearly made her cum and his finger came away glistening with her juices. He offered her the finger and she sucked on it eagerly. Her juices always tasted better on his fingers instead of hers. She also noted the bulge in his pants. His cock was straining to get out of its confines. He suddenly pushed her down onto the bed. "I'm going to fuck you!" he growled as he pulled his engorged cock out of his pants. She saw the raw sexual hunger in his eyes. The primal glow of a predator. It was both terrifying and exciting. The next moment she felt his cock ram into her pussy expanding its walls and sending lightning bolts of pleasure and pain directly to her brain. He started moving his manhood back and forth like a piston in a cylinder quickening the pace. Both their breaths becoming ragged. She could feel the orgasm building inside her quickly "Sir please may I cum?" she whispered "Yes you may" he growled as he thrust faster and faster. Within seconds, the orgasm hit them both. He grunted as he released his sperm into the condom he had slipped on the last moment and she screamed and passed out as the pleasure hit her like a tidal wave.