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Leather & Lace

By: TxRad



A good number of years ago, there was a bar that I hung out in most nights, when I wasn't working. It was sixty miles from my house, so when I went there, I always got a motel room across the street. The bar was a small place compared to most in town but it was home. It had country music from a four-piece band every night except Sunday, when they were closed. The people were friendly and the beer was cold; what else could you ask for?

Most of the people that were regulars there, including myself, were working people. Middle class, I guess you'd call them. Being a country place, you had a few that dressed the country western part, although I doubt if any of them had ever spent much time on a horse. If the truth were known, that included me as of late. 

I lost my love for horses, riding fences for my Grandfather, in my early teens. He had a string of south Texas range ponies that were working stock. One inch taller and they would have been a horse, one inch shorter and they would have been called a pony. 

In actual fact, they were rawhide, stretched over coil springs. All whip leather and bad temper, get off one to drive a staple in a fence post and it was a rodeo to get back on. They were mean and they were tough but they got the job done.

I wear my Levi's and western shirts, my boots and my hat, not because I want to be a cowboy, but because that's what I was raised wearing. That's what I'm comfortable wearing. 

*****

This particular Friday night wasn't any different from most any other until around nine PM. That's when she walked in. I was standing at the bar as usual and for some reason I was looking at the door; that's how I know. She stopped a couple of paces inside and just stood there, looking around. 

I figured she was looking for someone she knew or was here to meet. I knew I had never seen her before. I would have forgotten my mom before I forgot her, that's for sure. Long and trim, every inch a women from her black Ropers to her white Stetson. Those Levi's were painted on and the white silky, long sleeved blouse covered everything but still let you know there was something good hidden there.

Her eyes traveled the room and rested on me as I stood there staring. She held my gaze for a second and then her eyes moved on. 

The girl seated next to me, tapped me on the shoulder and asked for a light. I lit her cigarette and turned back toward the door to find the woman gone. Now it was my turn to search the crowd. My eyes scanned the room several times, but she was nowhere in sight. With a shrug, I turned back to the bar and ordered another beer. 

I turned back around to find her standing right in front of me. I froze like a deer in a pair of headlights and just stared at her. Her jet-black hair was shiny and brushed back to hang straight down her back. Sparkling blue eyes stared back at me and a soft smile played around the corners of her full lips. 

It took me a moment to shift my mental gears and to engage the clutch on my mouth as I found myself saying, "Hello." Yeah, I know it's not real inspirational but it was the best I could do under the circumstances. 

The smile finally blossomed forth as she replied, "Hello."

My mind shifted gears again and I asked, "Can I buy you a drink?"

"Sure," she said softly, "I'll have a beer."

Jokingly I asked, "Any particular flavor?" She looked at me for a second as if she didn't understand so I added, "What brand would you like?"

She smiled again and said, "I'm not sure, you choose one."

I turned to the bar and ordered her a Coors Light. As I waited for the bartender to bring it, I looked around at her; she was standing sideways to me looking toward the band and the dance floor. She looked even better in profile, with all the curves showing in all the right places. 

When the bartender brought her beer, I tapped her on the shoulder and handed it to her. She took a small sip, looked at the label, and then took another sip. Smiling she said, "Not bad. Thank you."

"Is this your first time here?" I asked, making conversation

She laughed and replied, "How did you know?"

I grinned and answered, "First of all, those clothes are new. Second of all, you weren't sure what beer to order. And third, and most of all, if you had ever been here before, I'd definitely remember."

Her eyes drop and she smiled shyly. "Not bad for a country boy," she said softly. A little louder she continued, "You caught me. This is not my usual type of place, but I've always wanted to see what it was like."

I nodded and asked, "Well, what do you think so far?"

She grinned and looked straight into my eyes as she said, "So far, so good."

About then the band started back up. I grinned and asked, "Do you dance?"

She glanced at the people on the dance floor as they circled in a two-step for a second and then replied, "Not like that."

I laughed and said, "If you can count to two, it's easy. Come on and I'll show you." I extended my hand.

She grinned, sat her beer on the bar next to mine, and took my hand. "Okay, I'm here to try new things and there's no better time to start than right now."

After a couple of false starts, it was only a few steps or so until we were up to speed. She was smooth and light on her feet and just before the song ended, I tried a turn, which she executed perfectly, hat and all. I grinned as we headed back to the bar after the song ended. 

"You did that really well. See it wasn't that hard. We keep it simple so everyone can have a good time, even country boys with two left feet."

She laughed and shook her head. "I think you protest too much. You dance very well for a big guy. Anyway, you are a very good teacher." Now it was my turn to laugh and shake my head. 

We stood watching the room for a while; she was standing right up next to me, only an inch away. I swear I could feel the heat off her body. She grinned up at me once and I casually put my arm around her shoulders. 

When I did, she leaned against me and put her arm around my waist. I couldn't figure out what I did to deserve this but I wasn't complaining at all, in fact I was thanking every deity I could think of.

A slow waltz started and she looked up at me. I sat my beer on the bar and took her hand; she smiled and followed as I lead the way toward the dance floor. This time there was nothing to teach, as she came into my arms and we held each other tightly as we slowly moved across the dance floor. She was very warm and inviting as our bodies slowly rubbed together. 

By the end of the song, she had her arms up around my neck and I had my arms around her back and waist. We were no longer moving around the floor, just standing in one spot and swaying against each other. The music ended but it took us both a few seconds to realize it. 

Over the next couple of hours, we drank beer, danced, and talked. Her name was Carol, she was thirty-five, and that's about all she wanted to say about herself. She kept turning the conversation back to me anytime I tried to find out anymore than that. I did know that she liked my arm around her and she liked touching me. I sure had no objections to that.

The last hour the bar was open, the band played more songs that are fast because the crowd got younger at that time of night. The older folks had mostly gone home. During one such song, Carol took my hand and led me toward the dance floor. I think I surprised her as I tried my damnedest to keep up with her. By the time the song ended, we were both winded and laughing. 

As we started to leave the floor, the band started a slow song. Carol turned and came into my arms, cuddling up tightly against me. I caressed her back and held her as we swayed and slowly moved toward the center of the floor. She lifted her head from my chest and tilted her head back, looking up into my eyes. 

I could tell she wanted to be kissed. As my head moved toward hers, her arms tightened around my neck. I had intended to just brush my lips across hers but she wasn't having any of that. I was soon lost in a world of just the two of us as the kiss went on. 

The sound of loud fast music is what finally broke us apart. We both looked startled and looked around to find ourselves in the middle of a completely different dance than the one we had started out in. I grinned at Carol and she laughed as she took my hand and we headed for the bar. 

Our beers were empty but a quick glance at the clock told me we didn't have time for another, so I asked Carol if she would like breakfast. 

"Sure." She replied. With my arm around her, we headed for the door.

*****

When I unlocked and opened the door to my old truck, Carol asked, "Do you think my car will be safe here?"

I chuckled and told her, "A few drunken cars are always left in a bars parking lot. It's a law of nature or something and the local cops are pretty good at keeping an eye on them." 

She laughed and said, "Well, my car's not drunk, although I do have a pretty good buzz going." She leaned in and lightly kissed me before she continued, "I'm really enjoying myself and I hope you're in no hurry to get rid of me."

I laughed as I handed her up into the truck, and then said, "Do I look crazy? The only hurry I'm in right now is to beat the rest of the drunks to the café so we can eat. As for getting rid of you, I'm trying to figure out how to kidnap your heart."

She grinned at me through the windshield as I walked around and got in on the other side. As I started the truck, she slid over and cuddled up next to me, laying her hat on the seat. 

"Be careful what you wish for," she whispered.

*****

The café I like is out on the East end of town. As I drove out that way, I found I was more sober than usual. I figured it was the good company and all the dancing. There were only a few cars in the parking lot so we had beat most of the drunks. 

When I parked the truck and killed the motor, Carol sighed and reached up for the back of my head, pulling my face down for another of those long drawn out, only couple in the world kisses. 

We were both really into it, with no sign of letting up any time soon, when there was a thump on the hood of the truck. Startled, we jumped apart. One of the guys I knew from the club had slapped his hand on the hood and stood there grinning as we parted. 

"Get a room." He yelled with a laugh. I shot him the bird, which made him laugh again.

As he and his girlfriend headed into the café, Carol said softly, "Maybe he has the right idea." With a grin, she ran her hand over the large bulge in the front of my Levi's. 

When I started the truck up, she asked, "Where are we going?"

I grinned and replied, "To my room, where else?"

Laughing, she asked, "And what about breakfast?" 

When I grinned at her, she laughed again and said, "Oh, okay, but I've never been breakfast before."

I laughed at that and said, "Then it's something new you should experience." With a big smile, she cuddled back up to me as I pulled back out on the highway. 

As I made the turn into the motel parking lot, Carol glanced across the street at the bar we had met in. "This is rather convenient isn't it?" Looking into my eyes she asked, "Where you expecting to need a motel room tonight?"

I grinned and then chuckled as I parked in front of my room. "I live across the state line in Texas, about sixty miles from here. After even a few beers, I'm not crazy enough to make that drive on a weekend night, so I always grab a room here. As for expectations, my wife died a number of years ago and I went through a few bad relationships after that, so I've become rather picky in my old age." 

I paused to look into her eyes and then continued, "I come here to drink a little beer, to dance, and to unwind after working thirty or forty days straight. If I should meet someone then so be it."

She sat looking at me closely for a moment and then smiled softly before she said, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to jump to conclusions." When I just smiled, she added, "I guess the crowd I normally run with has me a little paranoid."

I leaned over and kissed her softly before I said, "Sorry, I'm afraid in my crowd, what you see is usually what you get. For better or worse, it's usually pretty straight forward."

"I'm beginning to find that out," she said softly.

I got out of the truck and held out my hand to her, as I said, "Are you sure about this?"

She grinned, looked at me for a second, and took my hand, as she answered, "Never more sure in my life."

She came out of the truck and into my arms. As I slammed the door, her lips brushed across mine. "Come on cowboy. Let's move this to somewhere more private and I'll show you how sure I am."

When I paused to fish the room key out of my hip pocket, she ran a hand lightly over my butt, a grin on her face. I opened the door and we stepped inside. Before the door had shut completely, she was in my arms, and we were kissing, passionately. I let my hands roam over her back and butt. Hers were doing the same thing. 

When I cupped a Levi-covered ass cheek in each hand and pulled her tightly against me, she whimpered softly. I pulled back and looked into her eyes for a second. She smiled back at me as she reached up and took off my hat, tossing it on the table. 

Her hands then went to the front of her blouse and undid the top button. My hands came up to undo the second button. She dropped her hands to my hips and continued to look into my eyes. 

When I had the blouse unbuttoned, I leaned over and lightly kissed the junction of her neck and shoulder. Her hand came up to my neck and held me there, so I licked up her neck and kissed my way back down and out along her collarbone. 

She pressed herself tighter to me and a shiver ran through her. Her fingers were in my hair as I kissed back up her neck, to lick and nibble along her jaw line, until I was once again kissing her lips. 

After a moment or two, she pulled back and grinned at me. "Just what part of breakfast is this?" She asked huskily.

I grinned back and said, "Oh, this is just to warm it up."

She laughed and pulled my hand around in front of her and pressed it tightly between her legs. The heat coming through the cloth was fierce. 

"If you're not careful, you're going to burn it." 

I rubbed my hand slowly up and down as I replied, "Then I guess I need to get it unwrapped so I can serve it, what do you think?" 

When my hand had started to move, her eyes had closed and she chewed on her lower lips. A quick nod was all the answer I got or needed.

I stepped back and pulled the blouse out of her Levi's. She wore no bra and the promise of earlier was well justified. Her breasts, while not large, were perfect round mounds, topped with small dark circles, and hard erect nipples. I slowly licked across first one nipple and then the other, her hands were back on my neck, and a loud moan escaped her lips as she arched her back. 

I stepped back and looked at her as I unbuttoned her cuffs. She remained, as she was, almost a perfect statue, except for her heavy breathing. I slipped the blouse off her shoulders, kissing each one as the cloth revealed them. 

I tossed the blouse on a chair and reached for her belt buckle. With it open and the snap on her jeans undone, I slowly lowered the zipper. Her hands were on my shoulders as I worked the tight jeans slowly down over her hips. When they were below her ass, I cupped it again and kissed her softly on the lips. 

She whimpered again as I massaged the twin globes and pulled her to me. Her kiss held hunger and passion as I slid my hands slowly and lightly up along her back to her shoulders. I held her there, lost in the kiss. 

Soon, we had to come up for air. When we did, I sat her down on the edge of the bed and pushed her gently back until she was laying on it. I stood there a second or two, just taking in her beauty before I reached down and lifted her foot. 

I took only a moment to remove her boot and sock. I pulled the pants leg down and she lifted her foot out of it. I kissed her knee and then the top of her thigh as she put her foot back on the floor. I removed her other boot and sock and then slipped the Levi's off, tossing them to the side. I kissed her ankle, her shin, and then the inside of her knee. 

I bent to kiss and lick my way along her inner thigh. Her breathing was sharp and gasping as I paused at the sheer material covering her sex. I knew that as soon as my tongue touched her there, she would come.

I slowly stood up and took off my shirt. I took my time taking off my boots and socks. When I looked back at her, her eyes were open and she was watching me intently. I started to take off my jeans. At the sound of the snap opening, her eyes dropped to my hands. 

I lowered the zipper and slowly worked the jeans off my hips. I wasn't wearing underwear, so my hard manhood was soon visible, a smile flashed on her face for a second, and then her eyes came back up to my face. As she saw my smile, hers became a grin.

I dropped the Levi's and knelt down between her knees our eyes still locked. "Hmmm, I think breakfast is ready to be served," I said softly as I let my eyes roam over her beautiful body. 

I leaned over, kissed the top of her thigh, and then licked up along the inside of it up to her treasure. There was a catch in her breathing as I paused and let my warm breath blow over the damp sheer cloth covering her. 

I wondered for a second how I should remove her panties and then I reached up with both hands and broke the thin elastic band on each side of her hips. She inhaled sharply and her hips rotated upward. My tongue came down to meet her with a long lick right up the middle of her sweetness. The sharp breath became a gasp and then a moan as my tongue swept over her clit and circled it. 

Her hands found my head and her hips quivered. I ran my tongue back down and dipped it into her liquid, fiery center. Her legs came up and wrapped around my shoulders, her hands pulling my head and mouth tighter to her. 

As my tongue and mouth worked at her, her ass started to bounce and roll as she pressed herself tighter to me, the moan was now loud and continuous. My hands came up and cupped her ass as I took several long licks from her anus to her clit. Her hips were now almost fluttering against my face, so I sucked on her clit and flicked it hard with my tongue. 

Her legs locked around my head, as she yelled, "Yes! Yes! Yes!" and ground her sex against my face. 

When she finally started to relax, I moved down slightly and feasted on the flood of her juices as they ran down the crack of her ass. Each time my tongue touched her anus, she jerked as though it were electric. I slowly worked my way back up to the source of this flood and delved deeply into it. Her hips were moving slowly in lazy circles now. I lowered her ass back to the bed and stood up.

I moved over, lay down on the bed next to her, and looked into her eyes. She took a deep breath and grinned at me. "Well, how did you like being breakfast?" I asked with a grin of my own.

"Fabulous," was her answer and then she added, "I didn't know breakfast could be such a stimulating meal. Everyone is usually so sleepy and grumpy at that time of the morning. This could bring a whole new meaning to starting your day with a bang." She ended with a short chuckle.

Grinning I said, "Swing you sweet self around over here, and I'll show you what that saying really means."

She glanced down at my swollen member and grinned, as she turned around long ways on the bed. I moved over next to her and gently kissed her on the lips. When I lifted my head, she licked her lips and giggled. 

"I think I made one hell of a mess on your face."

I rolled her over onto her back with me on top and said, "I loved every minute of it. You serve a great breakfast, hot, sweet, and juicy."


Leather and Lace



Halfway from Texas to Kansas, Jack Leatherman suspected that this was the toughest cattle drive he had ever been on. By the time they got to Abilene he was sure of it. The weather had been hot, dry and windy. The heat and lack of rain had seared the prairies, stunting the grass and leaving little for the herd to graze on. Compounding the problem was the fact that the herd was larger than usual and seemingly more cantankerous than most. Throw in the usual raids by the Comanches, made hungrier and more aggressive than usual by the weather and it had been truly the cattle drive from hell. They had lost nearly 20 head of cattle to starvation and two cowhands to the redskins which served to further complicate things. By the time they delivered the herd to the railhead Jack was more than ready for a hot bath, a warm meal and a cold glass of beer or maybe two or three.

Murphy's Saloon was much as he had remembered it. A long bar for bellying up to, several tables for the inevitable poker games, the usual compliment of ladies for hire and rooms upstairs to accommodate them and their customers. One thing was different, Murphy had added a piano and a charming looking lady to play it. Looking her over admiringly he was thankful for the hot bath and the warm meal. He'd also shampooed his full head of prematurely gray hair and shaved his rugged face.

He picked up his stein of Murphy's best lager and walked over to the piano player. She appeared to be about his age, mid 40s with salt and pepper hair, long fingers for tickling the ivories and sparkling intelligent-looking blue eyes. She smiled at him and said hello.

"Hello yourself," he said, "I don't remember you from the last time I was here and I'm sure I wouldn't forget someone as charming and talented as yourself."

"Thank you," she said. "What's your name?"

"Jack Leatherman," he replied "although my friends call me Leather. What's your name?"

"Lucy Lacewell," she said, "although my friends call me Lace."

"Leather and Lace. That sounds like an interesting combination," he said.

She smiled but said nothing. 

He paused for a moment and than said, "Do you take requests?"

"Certainly," she said, "I'll play it if I know the tune.

"I don't see any sheet music. Do you play by ear?"

"Guilty as charged," she said.

He laughed and said, "And very delightful looking ears from what I can see of them."

She laughed and brushed her hair back from her right ear. The movement of her arm revealed a perky looking breast hiding under her dress.

"Do you know Camptown Races?"

"Zippity doo dah day," she said and laughed.

"So you know the words too."

"Most of them and I'll even sing them if you'll join me. You have a nice deep voice. I'm guessing a baritone, maybe even a bass," she said.

"Beats the heck out of me," he said, "but I don't sing."

She smiled and said, "I thought all you cowboys sang."

"Some of us do, but only to the cattle."

"Then just try to imagine that all the people in here are cows."

"Well, some of 'em sure do smell like cows, present company excepted," he replied.

She began playing the intro to the song and he reluctantly joined in and they must have sounded okay. He sang the melody and she naturally harmonized and they did okay except they differed over the length of the race track. He said it was six miles long, she said it was nine.

When they finished they heard some applause and even a few calls for another tune.

"What else do you know?" she asked.

"How about Oh Susanna?"

"Sure," she said, "do you have a banjo on your knee?"

"Nope," he said, "and I don't come from Alabama either."

"Where do you come from?"

"Most recently from Texas, herdin' cattle, but I'm originally from here in good old bleedin' Kansas," he said.

"Got family anywhere around here?"

"No ma'am, they're all dead and gone."

"How about a wife and kids?"

"No wife and no kids, at least none that I know of," he said with a chuckle, "but I'm glad you asked."

"Why's that?"

"Think about it for a little while and you'll figure it out," he said.

She nodded and smiled and they began to sing Old Susanna to more applause, more calls for more and two drinks courtesy of an appreciative customer.

When they were through she said, "Since we seem to be singing Steven Foster songs maybe you know one of my favorites."

"Which one would that be?"

"My Old Kentucky Home," she said.

"And would Kentucky be your home?"

"It was, until I moved to Kansas with my husband. Make that my late husband."

"I'm sorry to hear that," he said, "how did that happen?"

"Let's sing the song and then we'll take a break, enjoy these free drinks and I'll tell you about it."

"Sounds good to me," he said, "we've just about exhausted my repertoire anyway, at least of songs fit for mixed company."

They polished off Oh Susanna, picked up their drinks and walked to a table in the back of the saloon. 

"So, tell me about your life Mrs. Lacewell."

"First of all let me tell you that my real last name is Johnson. Lacewell was my maiden name. When I took this job Murphy and I decided to use my maiden name. We figured that Miss sounded better than Mrs. in the ads and posters. Anyway, I'm from Kentucky as I've already told you. I taught school for a time and then I met Mr. Johnson. He worked as a horse trainer. There are lots of stables in Kentucky as you probably know."

He nodded his head and she continued. "He met some people from Kansas who had come to Kentucky to buy horses. They had an idea of breeding thoroughbreds with quarter horses. Not a very practical idea as it turned out but we didn't discover that until we had packed up and moved out here. The result of the cross-breeding resulted in some pretty cantankerous horses. One of them bucked my husband off, he broke his neck and died almost instantly. End of story."

"And a pretty sad one at that," he said. "Are there any little Lacewells...or Johnsons?"

"No we never had any children and that's just as well. I considered going back into teaching but there were no teaching jobs available at the time. Lucky for me I somehow inherited a good ear for music and I used to sing in church so when Murphy decided to modernize the saloon and add some entertainment I was the only one to apply for the job."

"And you do a mighty fine job, if you ask my opinion," he said.

"Thank you," she said, but I barely make enough money here at the saloon to support myself, let alone support some kids. Now, tell me about you."

"Well, as I said, I'm from right here in Kansas originally. Grew up on a ranch not too far from here. Not a very big ranch but it was a good place to grow up and then my mother died and my father started drinking and gambling and lost the ranch in a poker game."

"My goodness," she said, "your story is even sadder than mine."

"It gets even sadder, My dad was so despondent that he killed himself."

"And so you became a cowboy," she said.

"Yep. It seemed to be the logical choice. A friend of my Dad's took me on, taught me a few things I didn't already know and put me in touch with the people I've been working for for the past 20 years."

"And do you like herding cattle?"

"Pays the bills and gives me something to do. I don't really have a home anymore. I spend most of my time on the trail. About the only nights I sleep in a real bed are in a hotel at the end of a cattle drive."

"I see," she said.

"But I gotta tell you I'm gettin' tired of sleepin' under the stars. I'd like to settle down in one place if I could find a steady job."

"I know some people in the cattle business," she said. "I'd be glad to ask around about employment, if you wouldn't mind."

"Not at all. I'd be honored for you to do that," he said.

"Good," she said. "Now I'd better get back to work. Are you going to be around for a few days?"

"Yes ma'am. I'm stayin' right down the street at the Grand Hotel although it's not so grand, as you probably know."

She laughed and said, "Well, come back and see me Mr. Leatherman and maybe we can sing some duets together."

"I'd enjoy that very much. And call me Leather."

"Alright, Leather, and you can call me Lace."

He went back to his hotel room and sat down in an old and very worn platform rocker. As he rocked he thought back over the afternoon, trying to recapture some of the warmth he had felt in the presence of this new woman. She had stirred him in ways he had never been stirred. The feelings were new and not at all uncomfortable.

After awhile he went back down to the hotel lobby, picked up a copy of the local newspaper which someone had left lying around and began to scan it. He skipped quickly through the descriptions of the local happenings, auctions, church socials, marriage and birth and death announcements and ended up in the classified ad section. Scanning down the columns he stopped and went back to re-read an ad. It said briefly that an out-of-state cattle buyer was looking for a local manager and he jotted down the particulars. The job application would require writing a letter to an address in Chicago. The written word was not one of his strong points but maybe he could find somebody to help him and he thought he knew exactly who to ask. He also made note of a brief ad which stated that Miss Lucy Lacewell would be entertaining at Murphy's Saloon every evening except Sunday from four to ten p.m.

Jack went back up to his room and took a nap. After his nap he washed his face and splashed on a bit more cologne. He enjoyed a late supper at a nearby eatery and walked back to the saloon. He took a seat close to the piano and smiled broadly when Lace noticed him and acknowledged his presence with a smile of her own.

He got a glass of Murphy's finest lager from the bartender and took a seat close to the piano. He sipped his beer and watched her long fingers slide up and down the keys. The song was an instrumental and sounded classical and vaguely familiar. When she finished he stood up and walked over to stand beside her. 

"What's that song you were playing. I know I've heard it before but I can't remember the name or if it has words."

"Moonlight Sonata," she replied.

"That's by Bach or Beethoven or one of those German guys, isn't it?"

"Right the second time, handsome and it doesn't have any lyrics, at least none that I know of," she said with a smile. "I'm delightfully surprised that you would have any knowledge of it."

"Well I went to this concert once down in Dallas. They were giving away free tickets and I had some time to kill. Some skinny woman played it but not as prettily as you. And," he added, "she was nowhere as pretty as you either."

"Well, thank you, Mr. Leatherman," she said. She smiled and said, "Would you like to join me in another song?"

"Sure, if I know the words."

"How about Old Folks at Home?"

"That the one about the Swanee River?"

"One and the same." 

They sang and he remembered most of the words, humming along with her on the parts he couldn't recall. At the end of the song he asked, "Where the heck is the Swanee River anyway?"

"Down in Florida I believe. You might be interested in knowing that when Stephen Foster first wrote the song it was called the Peedee River which is, I believe, in South Carolina, but somebody had the sense to get him to change the name of the river," she said with a twinkle in her eye.

"Smart decision if you ask me."

"Up for another song?" she asked.

"Only if you'll do a favor for me."

"What's that?"

"I'll tell you when you get a break if you'll let me buy you a drink."

"You're on," she said, "what would you like to sing?"

"You know Bury Me Not On The Lone Prairie?"

"Deed I do and I also know the alternate title."

"What's that?" he asked.

"The Cowboy's Lament which is a pretty apt title when you think about it."

"Well," he laughed, "you sure enough found a lamenting cowboy to sing it with you."

They finished the song to even louder applause and a couple of a free drinks from an admiring listener. They had differed on whether the grave was narrow or shallow but in retrospect decided that it was probably both. They took their drinks to a table in a back corner of the saloon and sat down.

"Golly," he said, "free drinks and a beautiful lady to share 'em with. I could get accustomed to this."

She laughed and said "I'm afraid that's all the pay you'd get and a man can't live on beer although I'm sure many have tried."

"Speaking of pay," he said, "that's about the favor I want to ask you."

She nodded her head and he continued, "I saw a job advertised in the local newspaper and you have to write a letter explaining why you'd be the right man for it and I'm not very good at that sort of thing and," he hesitated, "you being a former school teacher and all I was wondering if you would help me."

"I'd be glad to," she said. "I get off work at ten and maybe we could talk about it then. If it's a good job there'll be lots of applications so we need to get right to it."

"Alright," he said, "it's a deal or a date or whatever."

She smiled and said, "Whatever."

When she finished her final song she walked over to his table. He thoroughly admired the way she carried herself, straight back, head up, the picture of a completely confident woman but with just enough sway in her hips to express her femininity. She could see and read his admiring glance and smiled warmly at him as she sat down.

"Tell me about this job," she said.

"Here's the ad in the paper," he said and handed it to her. 

She read the ad and then said, "We need to find someplace quiet to talk about this. A noisy saloon is no place to compose such a serious letter."

"I'd suggest my hotel room but I wouldn't want you to get the wrong idea,"

She smiled and said, "I hear you and I appreciate that. My house would not be a good idea either. Not that I don't trust you but I wouldn't want these cowboys to start thinking I take men home after work, for any reason." 

They shared a brief chuckle and then her eyes widened and she said, "I think I know just the place."

"Where's that?"

"The Methodist Church. I play the piano there on Sunday mornings and I have a key to the place although it's rarely locked. Do you know where it is?"

"I believe I do," he said "although I've never been inside the place. I'm not much a church goer although I could change my mind if I found a church with a pretty piano player."

She laughed and said "Meet me there in about ten minutes. I don't want any of these cowpokes seeing us walking together, even if it's to church."

He walked outside and started walking toward his hotel and then doubled-back on the opposite side of the street and walked up a flight of broad steps to the church door. It was unlocked and he could see gas lamps lighted inside. She stood just inside the door and said, "Let's go into the Minister's office. There's a desk to write on and things to write with. With any luck Reverend Jenkins has left the office unlocked as usual."

He followed her across the vestibule and she opened the door to a small office. She lit a kerosene lamp and he could see a large desk with a comfortable chair. Behind the desk were bookcases full of books, of a religious nature he supposed, and across from the desk a straight-back chair. Lace took the chair behind the desk and he sat like a school boy opposite her. He told her a little more about himself, his experiences growing up on the ranch and later on the cattle drives. Lace made notes as he talked and than began to write. She read him what she had written and he thought it sounded like pure poetry and told her so. She smiled and said "It would be nice to include some letters of reference."

"What exactly does that mean?"

"Some personal recommendations as to your work habits and general character.

"Well I suppose Jeb Hawkins would be glad to help me out. I've worked pretty hard for him all these years and he's almost seemed like a second father to me. I'll talk to him first thing tomorrow morning. That should cover the part about work habits but I don't know who I could get to write a letter about my character," he said.

She smiled and said, "A letter from a church piano player might carry some weight and I think I could get Reverend Jenkins to write a letter for you. Of course he'd want to meet you and grill you on the Bible first."

"I'm not very up on the scriptures," he said.

She laughed and said, "Well there's sure plenty enough Bibles right here in the office and I know from listening to many, many sermons that the Reverend's favorite is the book of Proverbs. I'd suggest you read that over a few times and meet me here tomorrow morning around nine o'clock."

"I can do that," he said "and maybe even bring along a letter from Jeb Hawkins. I usually meet him for breakfast at the Del Rio Restaurant."

She stood up and held out her hand. He took it and said, "I don't think I can thank you enough for doing all of this for me. You hardly know me."

She laughed and said, "I'm a pretty good judge of men I think, I hope. God knows I've been around enough of them working in that saloon. And perhaps I have an ulterior motive."

"What's that?"

"I think I'd like for you to stay around Abilene on a permanent basis so I can see just how good a judge of character I am."

He smiled and said, "May I walk you home?"

"That would be nice," she said "and we're not likely to be seen together at this time of night and in this neighborhood."

It was a short walk to her house and they talked very little along the way but they seemed to be very comfortable with each other and no conversation seemed important. When they reached her door they shook hands again and she raised her face to him as if she would welcome a kiss. He smiled and just reached up and gently touched her cheek than he put one hand to his lips and then pressed it on hers.

"Goodnight, Lace," he said.

"A very good night, I think," she said "and I'll see in church tomorrow morning at nine o'clock."

"It's a date," he said, "or whatever."

"Whatever."

He returned to his hotel room and opened up the borrowed Bible. He read the book of Proverbs twice, committed a few key passages to his humble memory and then fell asleep with a smile on his face.

The next morning he woke with the sun, washed as best he could in the basin of water by his bed and put on his best clothes because he had important things to do this day. At breakfast with his employer he outlined his plans for the future and was delighted but not overly surprised when the man agreed to write him a letter of recommendation. It was brief but sounded sincere. It said Jack Leatherman has worked for me for five years. He's an honest God-fearing man and he knows cattle. I will hate losing him but wish him well. Jack had suggested the part about God-fearing since he planned to show the letter to the Preacher later that morning. So it was with one letter of recommendation in hand that he walked into the Methodist Church at 9 o'clock.

Lace was already in the Minister's office. She smiled and stood up as Jack entered the room and the preacher stood up also. 

"And here he is," she said, "my friend, Mr. Leatherman."

The preacher shook Jack's hand vigorously and said "Welcome brother Leatherman. Mrs. Johnson tells me you'd like to become a permanent part of our little community."

"Indeed I would," Jack said, "I'm tired of sleeping on the ground and chasing wayward cows and I'd be eternally grateful for any help you and Mrs. Johnson can give me in finding a steady job."

"Well, you've got a good friend in Mrs. Johnson and I hope you realize that, young man," the preacher said.

"Indeed I do," said Jack, "a capable, intelligent and virtuous woman, who is he who can find her? She is far more precious than jewels and her value is far above rubies or pearls."




Leather and Lace



The preacher's eyes grew wide and his smile broadened. "Proverbs 31, verse 10. I've preached several sermons on it."

Jack smiled and said, "I look forward to hearing you preach and hope I can be in the pews every Sunday morning."

"You'll be more than welcome but you'll have to sit alone. We can't spare our wonderful lady pianist," the preacher said with a hearty laugh.

Jack showed the reverend the letter from Jeb Hawkins and waited patiently while the preacher composed a short letter of his own. Jack's letter plus the letters from Lace, Jeb Hawkins and Reverend Jenkins would, he hoped, be enough to convince the people in Chicago that he was the man for the job. Now there was nothing for him to do but wait for a reply and hope that it came soon because the Hawkins crew would soon be heading south to Texas to pick up another herd of cattle. In the meantime he needed to find some temporary employment and, hopefully, get to know Lace better.

The temporary employment came easily. Jack knew many people in the cattle business and he quickly landed a job helping out at a local stable. It paid enough to keep him fed, watered and beered and he could bunk in the stable. Fortunately he had no qualms about sleeping within close proximity of horseflesh. He certainly thought a lot about the prospects of sleeping with some female human flesh and knew exactly which flesh he wanted to sleep with but he was in no hurry. He had discovered through trial and error that patience was a virtue where the pursuit of women was concerned and he knew instinctively that Lace was a prize well worth pursuing, albeit slowly and patiently.

Thus it was that he spent every evening at Murphy's and frequently sang duets with Lace to a mostly appreciable response. So appreciable in fact that Murphy himself approached him about adding his name to the weekly ad in the local paper. 

"Leather and Lace, it fairly rolls off the tongue," said Murphy, affecting an Irish brogue which, in his case, did not require a lot of doing.

Jack laughed and said, "You'd need to make it Lace and Leather because she's the one that carries the act, if you can call it that."

"Than I'll do it."

"Whoa there, Senor, I said you'd need to make it that way but I didn't say you could. I can do without the publicity, specially since I'm trying to land a management position with a Kansas City cattle buyer."

"Well, if you change your mind, let me know. In the meantime I hope you keep coming in and singing along. I can't pay you but I can sell you beer at a discount."

"Sounds good to me," Jack said.

And it was good or at least tolerable. The work was routine and he enjoyed being around horses. His evenings were happily spent at Murphy's singing along with Lace and walking her home after work. It was now generally acknowledged that they were a couple and most people, Jack supposed, figured they were lovers but they weren't. Lace had let him know almost from the start that she would not jump quickly into bed with him and he was content with the relationship they had. He had discovered that bedding a woman almost always entailed a lot of responsibilities and, at least for him, put the relationship into an entirely different frame-work. When Lace finally brought up the subject he was ready to talk about it.

"I hope you hear about this job soon," she said, "I'm sure you're getting real tired of waiting around."

"You got that right," he said, "I'd sure like to get a handle on what I'm going to be doing for the rest of my life."

"And what would that be?"

"Settling down, getting married, buying a house, maybe even having children if I'm not too old and my wife is willing."

"And speaking of wives, anyone particular in mind?"

"You."

She pretended a look of shock and said, "Sounds wonderful to me and now I really, really want you to get that job."

The next day their prayers were answered. The mailman delivered a letter post-marked Chicago with the good news that the job was Jack's if he still wanted it and instructions to send a telegraph in reply right away with his answer. Within minutes he was at the telegraph office in the railroad station sending his acceptance. Within a few minutes more he was knocking on Lace's door. When it wasn't opened immediately he knocked again and stood impatiently on the porch shifting his weight from one foot to the other. The door finally opened and he could see Lace dressed in a bathrobe with a towel wrapped around her obviously wet hair.

"Jack," she said, "I was just washing my hair."

"Guess what," he said.

"You got the job."

"Yes I did. You are now looking at the local manager of the Great Western Cattle Company. How do I look?"

"Well, you look like you could use a bath and you smell a little like horses but all in all I'd have to say you look pretty good to me," she said with a laugh.

"Sorry about that," he said "but I ran over here as quick as I could. Stopped at the telegraph office first to send 'em a wire telling them I'm taking the job. Guess I'd better go back to the stables and get cleaned up."

She hesitated for a moment and then said, "There's still bath water in the tub and I could heat it up a little bit if," she smiled, "you don't mind using my bath water."

He paused and said, "That sounds wonderful. It's been a while since I've had a real bath."

"Good," she said, "come on in and I'll start heating up the water."

"Whoa now, missy, after my bath I'll just have put my sweaty, smelly clothes back on."

"I've still got some of my ex-husbands things around here somewhere. They may be a tight fit but they'll get you back to the stables."

"Well, you've talked me into it."

He followed her into the kitchen and they said little while they waited for the water to heat up. Jack sensed that they had reached a threshold in their relationship. He had been in her house a few times but never in these circumstances. He would shortly be buck-naked in her kitchen.

He cleared his throat and she looked at him, smiled and said, "Yes?"

"Uh, I'm wondering how we're gonna do this," he said, hesitantly.

She laughed and said, "I'm gonna heat up the water then I'm going to leave the room. You take off your clothes, put 'em outside the kitchen door, take your bath and await further instructions. Here's a fresh towel."

"Yes ma'am," he said and took the towel from her. Her hand touched his briefly in the exchange. She smiled and left the room. He undressed and climbed into the tub. Through the closed door he could hear her humming Oh Susannah.

The hot bath felt wonderful and under normal circumstances he would have luxuriated in it until the water grew tepid but these were not normal circumstances and he was eager to learn what her 'further instructions' might be. Climbing out of the tub he dried off, wrapped the towel around his waist and gingerly opened the kitchen door.

"We're all done in here," he called out. "Where are those clothes you promised me."

"In here," she replied, "in my bedroom."

"Are you gonna bring them to me or do I have to come in there and get 'em?"

"Come on in, cowboy."

Jack walked into the bedroom and saw Lace drawing the curtains closed. She turned and smiled at him but she had a look of uncertainty on her face. She was still wearing her bathrobe but the towel was missing from her hair. Her hair looked damp, towel dried. Two lighted candles stood on her dresser beside a bottle of brandy and two shot glasses.

"It looks like someone has been busy," he said.

She smiled and said, "Tell me I'm not about to make the biggest mistake of my life. Tell me you were serious last night when you talked about settling down."

"The answers are no and yes," he said. "From the moment I first laid eyes on you I knew that my future was you."

"Alright," she said, "come here and pour us some brandy. We have things to celebrate."

Jack walked toward her, poured a couple of short shots of brandy, handed one to her and sat down on the side of the bed. She sat beside him and they touched glasses.

"We have a few hours before I have to go to work," she said.

"We have hours and hours and years and years if I have anything to say about it," he said. He paused and then he said, "I love you, Lace."

"And I love you, Leather."

"Leather and Lace," he said, "sounds like a vaudeville act."

She laughed and then she touched his face and slowly ran her fingertips across his cheek.

"It's been a while since I've been with a man so please go slow," she said.

"My only desire is to make you happy," he said.

"If I were any happier I think I'd bust."

He brought his face to hers and they kissed, tentatively and then deeply. He moved his hand to the collar of her bathrobe and said, "May I?"

"You may."

He kissed her again and slowly moved his hand inside her robe, gently caressing her left breast. It was barely more than a handful but it felt divine and judging from the rigidity of her nipple she shared the feeling.

"I love you," he said again. "I want to spend the rest of my life with you."

"You're repeating yourself," she said "but I love to hear you say it."

She stood up and removed her bathrobe letting it drop to the floor. He stood up and she pulled the towel away from his body letting it drop to the floor on top of her bathrobe. They stood and looked at each other. To him she looked petite and perfect. She dropped her gaze to his erect penis and said, "I was right, you are bigger than my dearly departed husband but I think we'll be a good fit."

He chuckled and said, "I can hardly wait to find out."

"Hardly is an apt description, I think."

He chuckled again and then he said "but before we see how well I fit there's something else I want to do."

"What's that?"

"Lie down on the bed and I'll show you."

She laid down on the bed and he stood beside it. "Turn your body toward me," he said, "scoot over here and drop your legs to the floor."

As she did he dropped to his knees and gently pulled her legs apart exposing her soft furry treasure.

"What are you going to do?" she asked.

"I'm going to make you happy," he said and slowly began to trail little kisses and nibbles up the inside of each leg.

"That feels nice," she said.

He moved his face closer to her crotch and then gently nuzzled his nose against her furry pussy.

"You smell wonderful," he said.

"Oh my God," she replied, "I can't believe you're doing this and I can't believe I'm letting you do it but please don't stop."

He chuckled and then slowly ran his tongue up and down her pussy lips, getting a full taste of her essence. He stopped for a moment and said, "And you taste even better." He quickly located her little clitoris and with his tongue he coaxed it out of hiding.

"Yes," she hissed, "yes, yes, yes."

He paused for a moment and said, "Do you want me to stop?"

"No, no, no!"

"i really enjoy doing this," he said and she groaned with pleasure as he returned to work. While his tongue continued it's gently assault on her clitoris he inserted his middle finger into her vagina, to be quickly joined by his index finger. He worked his fingers around and then in and out. She grabbed his head and pulled it closer to her. His tongue began to work feverishly on her clitoris and her body began to buck and heave. 

She squeezed her thighs around his head and cried out "I'm cumming! I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" 

He stopped licking her and when he could feel her beginning to relax he made one last slow journey with his tongue up the length of her outer lips.

"That was amazing," she said, "where in the world did you learn to do that?"

He chuckled and said, "I worked for a while with an old cowhand and we shared stories around the campfire. He claimed it was a sure fire way to make a woman happy but he cautioned me not to try it unless I was serious about someone."

"Why?"

"Because," Jack said, "he said that once you do that to a woman she'll want you to do it all the time. But if it's the right woman and you really love her you'll like it almost as much as she does."

"And did you like it?"

"Yes ma'am. It gave me almost as much pleasure as what I'm about to do."

"And what is that, kind sir?"

"I'll show you," he said, standing up.

She sat up and he stood before her. She reached out a hand and tentatively touched his cock and then she wrapped her hand around it and with her other hand she cupped and fondled his balls. 

She giggled and said, "I haven't had toys like these to play with for just the longest time."

"They're yours to play with whenever you want," he said.

She fondled his balls and said, "These are soft and cuddly." She stroked his cock and said "And this is hot and hard and I've got the perfect place to put it."

"Show me," he said.

She fell back on the bed and spread her legs apart. "Put it right in here, cowboy, but take it slow. It's been quite a while since this particular pasture was plowed."

He laughed and said, "Woman you're not just beautiful and incredibly sexy you're also quite poetic."

She laughed and said, "Is that your head talkin' our just your cock."

"Well if my cock could talk I think I know what it would say."

"What's that?"

"Pussy, give me pussy.

"And what would your head say?"

"Pussy yes but only some particular pussy, your pussy."

"Well shut up and take it."

"Yes ma'am."

He moved toward her and, taking his cock in his right hand, slowly ran it up and down her wet pussy lips. She reached down, pulled his hand aside and replaced it with her own. She stroked it up and down and then centered it right at the entrance to her tunnel of love.

"Come on in, cowboy, but take it slow."

"I'll try."

Gently he began to penetrate her. She felt incredibly warm and wet and snug around his cock.

"God you feel good," he said.

"I"m glad you like it," she replied "cause it sure as hell likes you."

He penetrated her as far as he could go and then began to slowly pump in and out. He looked at her and said, "Open your eyes and look at me. I want you to see how much I love you and how much I enjoy making love to you."

She smiled and said, "You are too much, Jack Leatherman. No, come to think of it you're just right."

He picked up the pace, plunging in and out. He reached down and grabbed both of her legs, pulling them up over his shoulders, moving her butt to the edge of the bed and began to hammer away at her.

She gasped and said, "Do you like it, baby?"

"I love it," he cried, "I love it, I love it, I love it!"

He came with a shudder and she could feel his sperm filling the inside of her cavern.

"That's it darlin' give me all of it. I want all of it. I'll never get tired of it. I"ll never get enough of it."

"Is that a promise?"

"Cross my heart and hope to die," she said.

"I'll hold you to it," he said.

"I love being held to it," she said "and on it and around it."

He laughed and pulled his cock out of her. "Leather and Lace," he said, "what a good combination."

She smiled and said, "What a great combination."



Leather and Lace



Steve got off his motorbike, pulled the collar of his leather jacket up against the cold, and headed off to look for a place he could get a beer. As he walked into the first bar he came across he noticed that the customers were mostly men. But sitting alone by the bar was the most stunning woman he had ever seen.

After the first mouthful of beer Steve relaxed a little and looked around him. This bar most definitely wasn't his kind of place, but he was new in town and hadn't found his way around yet. He stole another look at the delicate creature that sat sippng a cocktail at the end of the bar. She really was a most stunning looking creature.

After his second beer Steve decided to go and talk to her.

'Hi.' he introduced himself.

'Hello.' came the cool, neutral reply.

'What's a nice girl like you doing in a place like this?' he decided to try the old line.

'I'm not.' the husky voice replied.

'Oh, sorry, are you waiting for someone? he tried again.

'No.'

'You just said...'

'You said "what's a nice girl like you".'

'Oh, aren't you a nice girl?' Steve asked, hoping to be told that she was a bit of a wild child.

'I'm not a girl.' that smoky voice rasped.

'I really don't understand.' Steve was very confused. Sure, her voice was a little deep but she looked every inch what she was, a really hot chick.

'If you're not a girl, what are you?' Steve persisted. 'Are you one of those chicks with a dick?'

'Worse than that, straight boy. I'm a guy.' came the reply.

Steve was flabbergasted. Those firm tits looked so real. Sure, he couldn't actually see them as she was wearing a high necked top but they just looked so real. And that face was so pretty and perfect. Like a porcelain doll.

'Oh.' was all Steve said as he turned to leave.

But as the week went by, try as he might, Steve could not get that beautiful creature out of his head. He knew that if she were a woman he would have wooed her until the cows came home. And he was shocked to find that he had only to think about her to find that his cock was hard. Then he would remember those words "I'm a guy" and have to force his cock to go soft again. What the hell was going on, he wondered. What did it all mean. He had always been so sure of his sexuality and yet now he was obsessed with a man in a frock.

One Saturday night Steve could not tame the demon in his brain. He grabbed his leather jacket and headed off to the bar where he had first seen his angel. And there she was, dressed in a lacy dress that showed off her slender frame. He felt his pulse quicken. He noticed that she had watched him enter the room and he felt pleased. He ordered a beer and sat nursing it in the corner, trying to work out what he felt and what he wanted. He wondered if he could fuck a guy in a dress. Could he just lift the dress and fuck his ass and pretend it was a girl? When he looked back at the stunning woman at the bar, he realized that it was her beautiful face that turned him on most. Perhaps he could just kiss her and let her go down on him. With a jolt her realized he was getting far ahead of himself.

Plucking up his courage he went to talk to her.

'Look, I know you're a guy and all that but can't I buy you a drink.' he said.

'I'd love for you to.' she said with a smile.

It was so easy after that. They chatted and laughed and it all felt so good. By the end of the evening Steve knew that he wanted to make love to Cheryl, no matter what she was.

'You're so beautiful.' he whispered in her ear when she came back from the toilet.

'Look, I think you're very attractive too. But I don't want you freaking out when we get naked and I get an erection.' Cheryl said.

'I won't. I promise.'

'Have you ever been with a guy?

'No. Never.'

'Are you really sure about this?

'Absolutely. Steve replied.

When they got back to Cheryl's apartment Steve pulled her into his arms. That first kiss took his breath away. She felt so light and delicate in his arms. He sat down on the settee and pulled her into his lap. As they kissed he reached up to fondle her tits but was disappointed by the artificial feel of them. This was going to be one big learning curve for him. Cheryl gently removed his hands and they concentrated on kissing.

Then she got up to go to the bathroom. When she came back into the living room Steve saw that she had changed into a satin nightie. He felt his cock lurch in his pants. She looked absolutely stunning, false breasts or not.

'Come to bed.' she purred.

Steve eagerly followed her into the bedroom. He lay down on the bed and Cheryl set about removing his clothes. The she started stroking his chest and belly. His cock rose to full erection at the feel of soft hands on his warm flesh. It strained skywards, eager for some action. Her shapely red lips closed around Steve's thick cock and he thrust up into that warm mouth. With a firm hand Cheryl pushed him down and let him know who was in control.

She was one incredibly skilled cock sucker. Steve had no idea that a blow job could feel so good. It was as if his cock had taken on a life of its own, independent of his body. Her warm mouth and tongue sucked and licked and nibbled in away that made him want to cum instantly, but also made him want it to last forever. And then she stopped sucking and with one easy movement she straddled his thighs and sat down on Steve's cock. Steve grunted out loud. The warm, tight chute around his cock was even better than the hot mouth had been. He looked up at his pretty babe and smiled.

Then he started thrusting, very gently. He reached out and put his hands on either side of her waist and she rested her hands on his arms. She started working his cock into her, riding him as she steadied herself on his arms. Steve's eyes were closed as he gave himself up to the slow, steady poke that had his brain in a spin. For ten minutes he just rhythmically poked that tight ass. And then he opened his eyes and got a surprise. Cheryl's cock was now fully hard and was visible against her nightie. It was small but there was no mistaking what it was. To his surprise Steve slipped his hand under her nightie and fondled the little guy.

Cheryl's cock was leaking copious amounts of precum and Steve slicked it around the head with his thumb. It felt so incredibly different to his own cock. It also felt quite good to be touching another man's cock. Suddenly he wanted to see all of this man woman of his.

'Take your nightie off.' he said.

'Are you sure?' she replied.

'Absolutely. Take it all off.'

Cheryl got off him and took off the nightie and bra and panties. She had slid her cock out the side of her panties earlier so Steve hadn't had contact with her balls. But now he saw a healthy set of soft nuts. Topping this slender man's body was this exquisite made-up face and wig. It all looked so unusual and so fucking sexy. Steve pushed Cheryl down on the bed and started covering her in kisses. He kissed her face, her neck and down to her belly. When he reached her cock he paused briefly and then took that stiff rod into his mouth. The taste and texture surprised him. He sucked eagerly, if a little inexpertly. Then he went down on her balls. The feel of those soft, smooth eggs on his tongue was delightful and Steve wondered why he had never tried any of this before. Then he pushed Cheryl's long legs in the air and sank his thick cock back into her asshole.

Cheryl squeezed her nipples as Steve fucked her. This rough, leather biker was giving her the poke of her life. The feel of that hard hog stroking through her guts, and her own small cock crushed up against his hairy belly was amazing. Her ball were being mashed against his body and being stimulated beyond endurance. Suddenly she grunted and her balls let rip, blasting a heavy stream of hot cum up against Steve's belly. When he felt that his own orgasm was triggered. He gave one last thrust and his cock exploded, sending a shower of jizz deep into the tight ass chute that had given him so much pleasure.

A week later Steve went on a date with Cheryl and found her dressed as a guy.

'Hello, my name's Chuck.' he said as Steve walked up to him in the bar.

'Hey Chuck, wanna fuck?' Steve shot back.

*

Copyright Daniel Blue 



Leather and Lace



I had been chatting with Lace for a month and a half before she invited me to her home which she shares with her husband. At 22, I hadn't yet had such an experience. Lace had shown me pictures of both her and her husband and they both seemed like normal people in their forties.

"Cum by and let us show you a good time," her message said in the chat room. For the first time she invited her husband in. His Leather moniker startled me at first but he reassured me that it was just how he felt rugged next to Lace's beauty.

"Lace says you have a nice cock," Leather typed, "I love to suck. We would both love to experience something special with you."

I hesitated at first but then replied, "I've fantasized about something like that. I've fantasized about being the center of attention like that." I felt silly for putting it that way but it was the only way I knew how. "How do we do this?"

Lace was the first to respond. "You have to trust us completely. We don't want you to do this unless you trust us completely. Can you trust us that much?"

I thought it over for a moment. "Yes, I think I can."

Leather added, "You think, or you know?"

I answered, "I know."

After a hot chat session they gave me their address. They also gave me their phone number and I called and we continued our lustful fantasies over the phone. I seemed to relax more and more as we mentally explored one another. 

"I'm gonna cum, hon. You've really got a way with words," Leather said I could hear Lace as her phone picked up the noisy sounds of a wet blowjob. 

"I'm going to cum," I told them. They both moaned in response. As we finished our session, they invited me over for the weekend. I accepted and we set the time for me to go over.

Friday came and I packed up a few clothes in my backpack and left the comforts of my dorm room for my little adventure. It was a short trip and I arrived a few minutes early. As I pulled into their driveway, my cell phone rang. I answered, "Hello." It was Lace. 

"You're a little early," she said.

"Is that okay?" I asked.

"Absolutely. We could hardly contain ourselves!" she said with exuberance.

"Where are you guys?" I asked.

"First things first," she said, "we have to establish trust. Go on into the living room." I followed her instructions. Their front door was open and I let myself in. I made my way into their living room. "Put your bag down and take your shirt off," she ordered. I immediately followed her orders and soon was without shirt and bag. "Now, on the table, you'll see a blindfold and a pair of handcuffs. If you truly trust us, put them on and wait patiently."

After a moment of hesitation I set the phone down and handcuffed myself. I followed that by putting on the blindfold. There were a few minutes of silence and then I could hear them enter the room. "You are even cuter in person than those fuzzy pics," Lace said. I could feel her tug on the handcuffs as she helped me up. She guided me to another part of the house and once there she ordered me to raise my hands above my head. I did as I was told. I could feel a chain being linked to the handcuffs. "We want to enjoy you first before you enjoy us." I could feel Lace's hands rubbing over my body. I had always felt awkward because I was overweight but she had me feeling good about myself. Her hands played over my torso, rubbing my pudgy belly and exploring my nipples. Her hands were soon replaced by her lips and I could feel her rubbing my penis through my pants. 

She slowly unbuckled my belt and undid my pants while she kissed me deeply. Her taste was sweet and her tongue was expert at exploring my mouth. As my pants fell I stepped out of them. Her attention switched to my boxers and she slid them down. "Oh my, your cock looks delicious. You never mentioned you were uncut?" she said in a surprised way.

"He's uncut!?" I could hear Leather say in an excited whisper.

"Yes, come around here and look," Lace invited and shortly I could feel both of their hands fondling my nervous and limp penis. My foreskin was pulled back and forth several times. 

"He's got nice balls too," Leather said as I felt his hand caress my testicles. 

After a few moments of silent groping, I felt a set of lips wrap around my penis, following it down to its base. As a tongue worked over my flaccid member, I could feel hands on the cheeks of my buttocks. They spread and soon I could feel a tongue pressing into my anus, probing it in short laps. My penis began to harden and as it did I could hear a moan of excitement. It was Lace and as I grew in her mouth she began bobbing on my swollen penis. Leather inserted a finger into my anus and I jerked suddenly from the shock of the feeling. He stood up and pulled his finger out.

"Did that hurt?" he asked.

"No," I said, "it's just..." I didn't know how to admit that I was still a virgin when it came to anal sex.

Lace pulled my penis from her lips. "Are you a virgin, hon?" she asked.

I silently nodded. I was afraid they would want to stop and I was ashamed that I wasn't experienced. Leather hugged me tightly and I could feel his erect penis against the cheek of my buttock. 

"No need to be ashamed, son, we all have to start somewhere," his words came softly into my ear as his wife continued orally awakening my penis. "I remember the first time I had a cock in my ass. It was scary but he fucked me real slow and now...now I love the feeling of having a man deep in me. I'll fuck you slow and break in your virgin ass so that it loves being fucked too." 

As my penis reached its full eight inch erection Lace began making gagging noises. Leather held my penis by the base while Lace worked the head, his dick was erect and rubbing my upper thigh. 

"I wish my cock was that big," he said.

Leather came around and knelt in front of me and he and his wife shared my penis between them both taking turns sucking and stroking. I could feel Leather's tongue under my foreskin as he stimulated the perennial. His tongue also probed my urethra. 

"That's a big pee hole, son," Leather said. "How's this feel?" he asked as his tongue tasted the inside of my urethra. 

"It feels good sir," I answered. 

Lace leaned under me and sucked my testicles and licked my taint on her way back to my anus. Her tongue felt good against my virgin sphincter.

"Have you ever been with a man before," Leather asked.

"No, sir," I answered, "but I have often chatted and fantasized about it."

"Lucky us," he said as he took my penis deep into his throat. He made gagging noises as his throat clenched and relaxed around the head. He hugged my waist and pulled me deeper into his throat, holding me in place. I could feel my penis swell even more. He pulled it from his mouth. "You're leaking some tasty pre-cum. Ever tried it?"

"No," I answered. He replaced his mouth at the base and sucked tightly, milking it a few times before standing up. His kiss came suddenly and he passed my sweet pre-cum into my mouth with his tongue. His beard tickled my chin and I could feel the saliva that had dripped into it on my skin. We shared a deep and passionate kiss as his wife took over sucking duties, our tongues playing with each other. He tasted good and I wanted to kiss him for hours.

"Is he ready for a peek?" Lace asked.

"I think he's more than earned a peek." Leather answered as he removed my blindfold. His wife continued to noisily suck me as my eyes adjusted to the light in the room. As he became clearer I could see he was wearing a leather mask that covered his upper face and most of his salt and pepper colored hair. He was also wearing a leather set of straps across his chest. His nipples were pierced and a chain linked them. As I looked down his furry abdomen, I could see his leather thong was pushed out of the way to allow his short erect penis to stick out. It was about four and a half inches and cut and looked very hungry as it oozed pre-cum. I looked down at Lace as she worked my penis in her mouth. She wore a lacey mask over her eyes and her platinum blonde hair was down. She also wore fishnets and a lacy set of lingerie. Her breasts were very large and I remembered that they were D cups. She was full figured and very voluptuous. Her lacy gloves held my testicles as she sucked my penis. She pulled Leather over by his penis and guided it into her mouth, sucking his pre-cum. Leather kissed me again as he rubbed my nipples. I sucked his tongue pretending it was his little boner penetrating my virginal mouth.

Lace took my cock and rubbed it head to head with Leather's. She then stuffed his penis's head under my foreskin and jacked us.

"You two make a cute couple," she said. "Do you want to suck Leather's cock?"

"Yes," I answered.

"Then say it," she said.

"I want to suck Leather's cock," I said. Leather reached up and unlocked the handcuffs. I took a moment to get the feeling back in my hands as Lace continued stroking us. I cautiously reached down and rubbed his penis.

"I know it don't look like much," Leather said, "but it'll be a good first time for your tight ass." He looked longingly at my dick. "Would you like some background movies?" Leather asked.

"Sure," I answered and he pulled his penis away from mine and grabbed a remote and turned on a video that had already been cued up. It was a homemade sex tape with them and a black couple and I watched as Leather sucked a large black dick before letting the black man pump him in his anus with deep thrusts as the women watched, guided and played with each other. "Holy shit," I said, "that's a nice big cock."

"Jason and his wife Devita are old friends that love going both ways," Lace said. "He'd love to meet you. He likes younger white guys with tight asses and big dicks."

I smiled, "let's walk before we run," I answered. Leather went over to the bed and lay down. He turned the volume on the TV up so I could here his moans of pleasure at the hands of Jason. I helped Lace up and walked over to the bed. Leather's penis was dripping a lot of pre-cum as was mine and he could tell by the look on my face that I was curious to his flavor.

"Come have a taste, son," he said as he wagged it at me.

Lace lay down next to Leather and motioned me over. I made my way between Leather's legs and took my time rubbing his thighs and finally fondled his testicles. They were very large and hairy and felt nice in my hands. I then began stroking his now limp penis. Lace leaned in and kissed the tip of it. "You are so cute in your awe of Leather's cock," she said, "go ahead and taste him." I leaned in and sucked the tip of his penis into my mouth and was relieved when he tasted so sweet. It seemed I couldn't get enough as I milked his little finger-like dick.

Leather moaned as my mouth got him hard again. "Use a finger on my ass, son," he said, "I really enjoy having your young mouth and hands all over me but I want you in me too." Lace sucked one of my fingers to get it wet and guided it into his anus past his leather thong. He penis swelled and more pre-cum filled my mouth. "Mmmm, that's a good boy." I began getting hard again and Lace could tell. She took off her lacy top and revealed her large, pierced nipples. 

I pulled my finger from Leather's anus and then pulled his thong off so that I could work his hole freely. "Looks like you are a natural," Lace said. She leaned over to the nightstand and picked up a funny looking piece of rubber. She removed the flat piece of her tongue piercing and replaced it with the rubber piece. "This is a French tickler so don't be scared." 

Lace began sucking me again, this time she used the tickler on my penis. I leaned down and sucked Leather's testicles. "That's a good boy, suck those big hairy balls," Leather said and I could see Lace look over to watch me suckle his big hairy scrotum. Lace took down her panties and showed off her smooth vagina that had pierced labia. She seemed to relax and two metal balls fell from within her vagina onto the bed. She picked them up and licked them before replacing them in her vagina. 

"You sucking Leather's cock is getting me so fucking wet," Lace smeared her vaginal fluid over Leather's penis and I could taste her sweetness in combination of his. "Fuck me with that thick cock of yours." 

I switched positions so that I was on my back. My erect penis was held in place by Leather as Lace sat on it. She moaned with pleasure as my penis reached deep into her. "That's it, son. Fuck my wife with that big cock," Leather said as he guided his penis into my mouth. I sucked enthusiastically and worked a finger into his ass as Lace rode me. She leaned back so that I could see my penis penetrating her and Leather reached over and rubbed her clitoris and my dick. "I'm going to cum," Leather moaned and I looked up at him as he looked at me. I continued to suck as he thrust his member in and out of my mouth. He began ejaculating and as he did he pulled out squirting a little in my mouth and most of my face. I swallowed his salty load as Lace leaned in and licked my face. I cleaned his penis with my tongue and hungrily ate his sperm. Leather leaned down and kissed me, tasting his own semen and enjoying the raunchiness of the situation. Lace finished licking my face and she engaged Leather and I in a three-way kiss. Our tongues played over one another and I could feel Leather playing with my testicles as his wife's pussy milked my erection of its pre-cum.

Lace rolled off of me and Leather helped me up.

"I want to watch you two fuck," Leather said. I mounted Lace and thrust my hard-on into her waiting wet vagina. She moaned and we kissed as Leather watched and rubbed his penis. My hips gyrated and thrust deeper and deeper into her. 

Leather got behind me and began licking my anus. He then lie on his back and would pull my penis from his wife and taste it himself and put it back. Lace moaned and begged me to never stop. I could feel her vagina clench as she came over and over. I slowed my thrusting and leaned down and kissed her passionately. 

I continued making out with Lace as Leather opened a drawer and pulled out a tub of lube. Lace and I continued our kissing as Leather rubbed lube on and in his anus. "I need a deep fucking, son, come fuck me," Leather invited. Lace smiled and we both looked over. Leather's anus was dripping with lube and looked very inviting.

"Go on," Lace said, "give him a good fuck." I got up and Lace guided me over to Leather's waiting anus and she guided my penis into his hungry hole. 

"Oh, fuck," Leather moaned. My dick entered deeper into his waiting hole. Lace took some of the lube on her finger and put it to my lips.

"Taste it," she said and I licked her finger as I worked my penis deep into her husband's well-lubed anus. "It tastes like cherries doesn't it?"

"It's not too bad," I said as I slowly moved my penis in and out of Leather's tight man-vagina. I pulled on his hips and my scrotum rubbed against his. 

"Oh damn," Leather said, "you feel very good in me." Lace began rubbing her breasts and sucked on them. She reached down and removed the steel balls from her vagina again, this time she let me lick them like two metallic testicles. I began to get into the feel of Leather's lubed up anus and started thrusting deeper and faster. "That's it, son," he said, "give it to me good." I worked his hole for a few minute and then pulled out and bent down to look at his open and gaping anus. I gave it a lick and his anus tasted like sweet cherries and pre-cum. I repla v ced my penis and copulated with Leather like he was a woman. I could feel an orgasm coming on and began to slow, not wanting it to end.

"You better fill him up with cum," Lace said, "you better not waste a drop." She seemed to know that I was close and so I thrust madly and let my testicles spill their sticky fluid into the middle-aged man that was presently begging me for my hot nut. I ended my ejaculating deep in Leather's anus and pulled him tight against me. I rubbed his pierced nipples and felt them get even more erect as I touched them.

As I pulled my penis out, Lace began sucking it clean. She then pressed her lips against Leather's anus and ate my sperm from it. I watched as her tongue probed for more semen and she fingered her husband like he was a honey-pot. I found my way back to the bed a little tired but still excited about these new lusts. Leather had cum again, this time on the top of the dresser and he was hastily licking it clean. They both soon joined me on the bed as I watched the home-made smut on the TV. This time I notice that there was a fifth person in the room because Lace and Devita were sucking the cameraman off while Leather and Jason sat in the background rubbing each other's penises. 

"Who's the fifth?" I asked.

"That's Brenda, she has a very delicious cock and loves to be titty fucked," Lace said matter of factly.

"A TS?" I asked.

"Yes," Leather replied, "she is still not sure if she wants the surgery, though we've offered to help her pay for it." I also noticed in the video that Jason's penis was uncut, now that it was somewhat limp.

Lace picked up a phone and ordered a couple of pizzas. I followed them to the garage where they had a smoke. I loved being around their mature naked bodies and I couldn't keep my eyes off of Leather's penis. A song came on the radio that they kept in the garage and Lace began a bit of grinding against my tired and limp penis. She pulled up close against me and grabbed my hand and guided it to her vagina showing me that she was still wet. 

"You're staying all weekend, right?" she asked.

"If you'll have me," I answered.

"Good," said Leather as he reached over and fondled her vagina too. "It's been great so far."

The doorbell rang and Lace excused herself putting her cigarette out. I turned to Leather and began kissing him. I let my penis purposely touch his. "I want to shave my cock, balls and ass for you so that you'll have a smooth boy-pussy to fuck," I whispered in his ear. His penis moved as the idea of me being smooth sunk in. I continued to kiss him and our tongues mingled. 

Lace returned and announced that the pizza guy was almost as hot as the pizza. We dined on pizza and had a few beers while watching the local news. Lace and Leather were very playful and seemed so in love that I almost forgot that we had all shared a sexual experience. I started to feel a little awkward.

"Honey," Leather said, "let's take him into the shower, he wants to shave his delicious cock and balls and make his ass really smooth for me and I want to do the same for him."

Lace smiled. "Only if I can shave the both of you. Nothing like some sexy smooth men to turn a girl on," she said. Leather rubbed my pubic hair and smiled at the thought of a smooth penis. He pulled my foreskin back and forth and then leaned down and sucked me. "Seems like he can't get enough," Lace said, "tell him what to do."

I guided Leather by the back of his head as Lace fed me another piece of pizza. "Make out with my cock, sir," I said, "gag on it and beg for more." Lace smiled as she saw how into the mood I was. Leather made a few gagging noises and then sat back to show off his erection. I leaned down and sucked his little hard penis. After a few minutes of orally pleasuring Leather I pulled away and we all shared a kiss. 

Lace was the first to get up and she headed to the restroom. Leather and I followed her and I realized I had to pee really badly. I started to go and Leather came and stood behind me and held my penis for me as I urinated. He sucked on my ear which turned me on.

"You two are in heaven," Lace said and I thought she felt left out so I pulled her close and kissed her. I could taste the pizza and cigarettes and she returned my probing tongue with her own.

Leather started the shower and Lace gathered the items needed for the shave. She had us both stand in front of her as she trimmed us with the electric razor and then we entered the shower. She coated my stubbly pubic hair with shaving cream and began shaving. She then had me bend over and shaved me smooth. She did the same with Leather. It was fun to watch but the leather and lace seemed to be getting in the way and finally Leather took his mask off. He was bald on top and what was left of his salt and pepper hair was cut short. He took off the leather straps and Lace followed by taking off her gloves and mask. She was beautiful. Leather and I kissed while she shaved her own pubic area, including her hind end. 




Leather and Lace



Leather started working my penis in his hands. "Your cock feels so sexy and smooth now, son," he said. "I love your thick foreskin and can't wait to feel you in me again." 

"I want to feel you both in me," Lace admitted, "this girl is feeling left out."

"I'm sorry, I just am so new to this feeling," I said.

We dried off and headed to the basement where I learned they had set up a sex room. The room had toys lining shelves and tubs and jars of oils and lubes. There was a TV and Lace immediately started a video of her having sex with Jason. They guided me to a set of king size mattresses on the floor and I lay down while Leather picked out an anal toy that was thin but long. He lubed it up and had me bend over with my butt high in the air. Lace stuffed her vagina in my face and so I began to lick her vagina and clitoris. Leather slowly inserted the probe into my anus and then turned it on. The sensation felt so good I moaned loud. I could feel Leather begin licking my anus as he worked the toy in and out. "So smooth and tasty," Leather said. "You have a delicious boy-pussy, son."

I began fingering Lace. Leather started sucking my smooth testicles from behind and stroking me. He pulled the probe out and fingered my tight anus, feeling it from the inside. "So smooth," Leather said.

"Fuck me, sir," I said. I couldn't believe it when I said it. It was like he was teasing me. Lace laughed with pleasure as I begged to be penetrated. Leather didn't waste any time in obliging my demand. He pressed his little penis into my anus and at first it hurt but then felt like a really good bowel movement. He slowly slid in and out of me, forcing my chubby cheeks apart so that he could get his entire penis in me. He thrust in and out and I moaned while eating Lace's vagina. Her smooth vagina looked great as I lapped at her juice. Lace pulled away and spun around so we could 69 while her husband gave me his whole length. I could feel pre-cum lubing my anus as my sphincter milked his member of his sticky fluid. I could hear Jason on the TV ordering Lace to gag on his big black penis. I took my cue, "gag on my cock, you slut," I said and as soon as I did, she swallowed every inch.

Leather penetrated my anus with delight and seemed eager to spill his seed within me. I was eager too but wanted this to last. Leather sensed that I wanted it to last and he pulled his penis free of my anus and offered it to Lace who gobbled it down. I then got up and lay on my back, tempting Lace with my erection and she mounted me. Lace rode me hard as I felt Leather approach her from behind. He slid his penis in along side mine and our penises rubbed together. Lace leaned in to my ear and said, "I want you in my ass." 

She pushed Leather back so that I could get up and I repositioned to get her from behind. I slid my penis into her tight anus as Leather stood over her and fed me his penis. It tasted like peppermint. "I used a special lube that relaxes your sphincter so it doesn't hurt. It also tastes like peppermint," he said. I continued sucking his penis and testicles while I anally penetrated his wife. Her moans accented his as my mouth began to learn his sensitive spots. His smooth penis began oozing more pre-cum into my hot mouth as I sucked harder and deeper. Lace began convulsing in ecstasy as she came hard. 

On TV Jason's big black penis spit out its pearly white nectar onto a waiting Devita's mouth. I looked back up at Leather as my tongue worked his penis and he looked at me with lusting eyes. I pulled his penis from my lips. "Fuck me, sir," I said, "and don't stop 'till your hot cum is dripping from my well fucked ass."

Leather penetrated me from behind and thrust in quickly, burying his short length deep in my waiting wet anus. I could feel his penis spasm as he ejaculated his sticky sweet load into my butt. His semen dripped out and Lace spun around to lick his seed from my smooth scrotum. "Mmmm," she moaned, "you popped his cherry, Leather. He's soon going to need bigger cock to feed his tight ass."

Leather pulled his shriveling penis out and lapped at my anus with his wife. She fingered me and pulled more of his precious load out to her own lips and shared some with him. "Who wants my cum?" I asked. Leather answered by turning me over and sitting on my still erect penis. His wife's spittle acted as a lube as his sphincter milked my erection. I loved how he felt from the inside. Lace straddled my face and her vaginal ejaculate dripped onto my mouth as she started sucking Leather's small limp penis. I licked happily as she sucked him and he rode my penis better than she did, knowing where to pause to maximize the sensations. 

The phone rang and Lace got up and answered it, taking it upstairs so that our noises wouldn't be heard. Leather leaned down and kissed me, rubbing his little limp penis against my big belly. Semen still leaked from it and it turned me on as he rode me. "I'm going to cum, sir," I moaned. Leather got up and stuffed my penis into his mouth just before is exploded. He licked it up and down, letting my cum play on his tongue and lips like a dirty old man. 

"You like dirty old men, don't you, son?" he said and I nodded. "I've got video of me being fucking by four older men from about ten years ago. It's one of the hottest and nastiest videos I've made. Would you like to watch it?" I nodded again. He sucked my penis till I went limp and I fondled his mature flaccid member.

"Have you been with many men?" I asked.

"Twenty or so," he said, "but I have never felt for them what I am feeling now. I want you to stay forever and I'm sure Lace wouldn't mind."

"But what about Jason and Brenda and Devita...?" I started.

"You'll get to know them and if you want you can be with them too but if you didn't you would just be for Lace and I."

Lace came back down. She put the phone back on the cradle and lay down next to us. "That was Jason," she said, "he was wondering if we wanted to party this weekend."

"What did you tell him?" Leather asked.

"I told him that we were busy but would get back with him," she said as we all laid there in the floor and fondled each other.

"His wife is cute," I said candidly, "she's no Lace but she's still fine."

Lace smiled at my compliment. "Her pussy is big and sweet too," she said.

"It would have to be with that monster cock that Jason has," I laughed. Leather got up and put in another home-made feature, this one having him getting it on with four older men. He was younger and had more hair. The men all took turns using his holes and hands and Lace leaned into me as I watched Leather eat load after load of salty sperm. "Quite a performance."

"He likes giving his best," she said.

After watching the video we went up to the garage again and they had another smoke. Lace stayed close to me and kept her hands on me at all times. "Leather, do you think Devita would like my cock?"

"Son," Leather started, "Devita is going to have to get in line. Jason is going to want a piece of you first and I think you are going to love the attention. If that's what you want."

I thought about it for a while. "I'm game," I said. Lace smiled and kissed me. 

"Just remember," she said, "at the end of the day you sleep with us, especially me." She took a long drag off of her cigarette and put it out. After exhaling, she went back inside and called Jason, telling him that we would all like to hang out the following day and plans were made. Leather and I played with each others testicles while he finished his cigarette. 

His hand groped and stroked my smooth genitals. I held his scrotum in my hand, admiring the size of his large testicles. "If you think mine are big you should feel Jason's. They are huge," he said.

Lace returned and she started feeling our scrotums like she was weighing them. "You both still have way too much cum in there," she said. "Leather, why don't you show him how I like to have you?" she said. They both smiled. I followed Leather back down to the basement while Lace grabbed some beers for us. Leather pulled a penis pump from a shelf. Leather lay on the mattresses and I watched as he began to pump his little penis up. His penis grew right before my eyes to a length and girth almost as large as mine. I was amazed and turned on. Lace started rubbing my penis, knowing that I was turned on. "It's nice, isn't it?" she said. 

"Very nice," I said. I walked over to him with my beer and watch as he pulled his swollen member from the device. "How big is it?" I asked.

"It's about seven and a half. You hungry?" he asked. I took a few drinks of my beer and then leaned down to his throbbing piece of meat. I rubbed it and watched as he set the cock ring at the base. He pushed his big penis into my mouth and I liked how it throbbed on my tongue. As I sucked his big cock head, Lace fit the device over my penis. She pumped and pumped as I sucked and sucked his thick and throbbing penis. I could feel my penis filling the tube and I could hear her ooh and ah over its new size. I continued sucking her husband's cock as she fit a cock ring around the base of my now massive penis. As she removed the tube I could feel her hand explore my penis. 

"I want that in my pussy," she said, "look at this, Leather. Look at how big his is." Leather pulled his fat penis from my lips and guided me onto my back. As I looked down at my own penis I couldn't believe it, it was about eleven and a half inches long and my foreskin was thick and juicy looking. Leather sixty-nined me while Lace rimmed him. His penis gagged me and I could tell that he couldn't fit me completely in his mouth. He worked my foreskin with his tongue and I struggled to swallow his entire length. As I succeeded, I heard him moan and gag on my penis. Leather bobbed on my penis and savored my pre-cum.

He pulled my fat penis from his mouth. "Fuck my ass, son," Leather said, "Fuck me like a bitch." I pulled Leather's penis from my mouth as he positioned himself on all fours. "Stuff that fat cock deep into my faggot ass!" I started by rimming his anus which is already loose from all the sex we've had. I tongue inside his hungry sphincter and finger him. "Fuck me, son," he begged, "fuck me like a dirty faggot whore."

"Give it to him so deep he can taste you," Lace said.

I stuffed my monstrous penis into Leather's back door. He moaned in a combination of pain and pleasure. My scrotum rubbed against his as I reached the head of my uncut penis deeper into his anus. Lace crawled underneath Leather in a sixty-nine position and began suckling his fat penis as Leather leaned down and licked her clitoris. I pulled Leather back against my pelvis by his shoulders and thrust deeper into his anal cavity. His loud moans made me harder and harder. I could hear Lace gagging on his pumped and engorged erection and that made me harder as well. I pulled my penis from his hungry anus and leaned down to lick its gaping opening. I could easily get my tongue to taste the inside of his sphincter and I could feel Lace rubbing my penis to keep it hard as she gobbled on Leather's fat penis. I used my fingers to spread his anus open like a vagina and continued licking the inside. 

"Oh, son," Leather moaned, "you're such a dirty boy."

I replaced my member deep into Leather and pulled out, teasing his sphincter with repeated penetrations until I couldn't take the teasing myself. I then began to wildly thrust my penis in and out of him like a piston. Our sweaty scrotums slapped together and made fantastic sounds. "I'm going to cum!" I admitted and Lace pulled me from her husband's buttocks and swallowed my penis head while I ejaculated into her thirsty mouth. After every drop had been given I leaned back and rested while she sucked Leather to completion. While watching her eat all of his semen I was reenergized and I moved in a position in front of her wet vagina. I dipped the head of my penis into her like a finger into a honey pot. She moaned and I slid the rest of my girth gift into her. She wasn't as tight as Leather but she was wetter and had better control of her internal muscles. 

I noticed Leather leave the room to go to the bathroom and I pulled Lace closer. Her breasts were full and her nipples were erected and pressed against my chest. Within minutes of me penetrating her she was moaning in orgasm but I didn't stop. We kissed and I could feel her vaginal juice dripping down my testicles. "You are such a hot lover," she said. We copulated for a few more minutes before I pulled out and we cuddled.

The following morning I woke up to the smell of breakfast cooking and a hand rubbing my morning wood. Lace was pulling my foreskin back and forth. "It's not as big as it was last night but it's still bigger than it was when you got here," she said as she licked my pee-hole. "I hope you're hungry," she continued between licks of my perineum, "Leather is making his famous eggs." She took my penis deep into her throat and gagged. She proceeded to mount me and rode me, rubbing her breasts in my face. I suckled her nipples while she slid up and down on my erection. "I want you to cum in me," she whispered in my ear, "I wanna feel what Leather feels when you dump your sticky load in him."

I scooted down on the bed and angled my erection so that I could thrust it freely into her waiting vagina. I pulled her close and began to move my hips up and down, sliding the length of my penis in and out of Lace's wetness. Soon, I was leaking pre-cum into Lace. "Are you on birth-control?" I asked. 

"I can't get pregnant, honey," she moaned into my ear as she began sucking it. I thrust deeper and deeper. "Cum in me," she begged and shortly I released my load into her deep vagina. She pulled me close as I spasmed again and again. "That's a good boy," she said as we hugged. Lace rolled off of me and we cuddled a minute or two more. "I bet you have to pee," she said as she helped me out of bed and into the guest bathroom. She held my penis and aimed it as I peed. "I'm going to have to shave you again, we don't want that stubble giving anyone rug burn," she giggled.

I dressed and Lace and I went down to the kitchen. Leather was serving up breakfast. I watched as he fingered Lace vagina and licked it. "He feels good in you, doesn't he?" Leather said to Lace. He continued serving up the breakfast.

Lace smiled and looked at me. As we ate the phone rang. It was Jason. He and Devita were on their way and wanted to know if they should stop and pick up anything. Lace told them to pick up some beer and booze and then gave the phone to Leather who took it in the other room out of earshot. When he returned we finished our breakfast and Lace and I went to shower while Leather washed dishes. 

As she and I showered I began to wonder how her and Leather met. "How did you two meet?" I asked. 

"We met in one of those groups that meet for sexual addiction," she said. "The stories of how he used to get himself off at the gym while he watched other guys in the shower always got me wet. That's where he had one of his first public encounters with a guy. It was one of the guys who worked there and it was late at night and they were both in the steam room and one thing led to another and they were giving each other hand jobs." Lace told me all this while she lathered up my body. I lathered up hers as well and soon I found my penis getting hard as she lathered it too.

"How did you meet the others?" I asked. 

"Same way we met you," she said, "we used to do this thing in chat rooms where I would suck him off in front of the camera and let people watch. One night, Jason happened to be watching and he let us watch him jack off. After a few nights of that we invited him over and to our surprise he brought his wife Devita. She has to be the hottest bitch I've ever been with. She still surprises me with some of the nasty shit she does."

"Like what?" I asked.

"One night she had me pee on her. Another night she got on the net and chatted with these guys. She talked them into showing us their cocks on cam." Lace continued lathering me up as she told me of her naughty experiences. "These were all straight college guys from what we could tell. We got on cam and it became a game of if you want us to do it, you have to do it. If they wanted us to kiss they had to kiss and so forth. The next thing I know they are all sucking each other while her and I take turns going down on each other. It was hot. I still get e-mails from a couple of the guys telling me about how since then they've been to gay clubs and experienced other men."

She pulled a razor down from a shelf and began to shave me. She gently stretched my scrotum and shaved it. She then had me bend over so she could shave my buttocks as smooth as it was the night before. 

When we stepped out of the shower, forty-five minutes had passed. We could hear Leather talking to someone in the living room and when we went down we found that Jason and Devita were there. 

I felt a little shy suddenly but Lace helped to introduce me. Jason was about six feet and four inches tall. His hair was set in corn rows and he was freshly shaved. Devita was about five feet and seven inches. Her breasts were full and her hips were nice and thick like her butt. 

"Leather said he broke you in real good last night," Devita said. 

"He says you are quite the dirty boy," Jason added.

I smiled. We had some drinks to help loosen up and soon Devita was naked. "Didn't I tell you?" Lace said to me, "she's a hot one." Devita began rubbing on Lace.

"How's my dirty bitch been?" Devita said to Lace as she kissed her.

"I've been enjoying this one," Lace said as she pulled me close.

Devita reached her hands into my shorts. She fondled my genitals, exploring the smoothness, even reaching under to feel the smoothness around my anus. "Jason has been eager to try him out," she said as her fingers tickled my scrotum. Jason came over.

"How does he feel?" Jason asked.

"Big and smooth," Devita said as she smiled. "I think Lace just shaved him." Jason pulled my shorts down and cupped by testicles. He rubbed my smooth scrotum and the size of his hands dwarfed my genitals.

"He's got to be the biggest white boy I've ever held in my hands," Jason said as he fondled my foreskin, "and uncut to boot." He turned his attention to my anus. Jason rubbed it and let his fingers feel my puckered sphincter. Leather went downstairs and called the rest of us down. Jason helped me take my shirt off as we went down the steps. 

When we reached the bottom, Devita and Lace took their clothes off. I was amazed at how sexy Devita was. Her dark skin in contrast to Lace's pale complexion made her look like an ebony goddess. "You like what you see?" Jason asked. I nodded. Jason rubbed my penis as it engorged with blood. Leather was already naked and rubbing his penis when Jason guided my head down to it. I began sucking Leather's penis as Jason rubbed the numbing lube on my sphincter. I could feel him finger it and lick it. 

"Do him good, Jason," Devita said as she and Lace rubbed each other's vaginas. "Make that white boy beg."

Jason's fingers were large and I could feel him using two and three as I loosened up. His tongue wet my hole and whet my appetite for his penis. 

"Please fuck me," I begged. The look on Devita's face told me that she was surprised that I was eager to receive his big black rod. She guided Lace's face to her crotch and Lace began to lap at her pink lips. Jason pressed the large head of his penis into me. At first it hurt but as he eased it in, I loosened up more. He reached under and stroked my hard-on, making sure to use the foreskin's sensitivity to his advantage. I sucked Leather in deep as Jason drilled my rectum with half of his length. I soon found my fingers deep in Leather's loose hole. Devita reached over and stroked me so that Jason could concentrate on my anus. He spit several time on my butt-crack, letting it run down and lube me. Devita's hands felt good on my smooth skin as she jerked me hard.




Leather and Lace



Soon Jason's rhythm picked up and he was plowing me hard. Every now and then he would force his entire penis into causing his big hairy scrotum to slam into mine with such force that it hurt sometimes. His testicles were the size of eggs and very weighty. Jason grabbed my shoulders and pulled me off of Leather's penis, thrusting his giant erection so deep, I thought I might cry. Leather leaned up and kissed me before he turned over on his belly and spread his butt cheeks. Jason guided me over to Leather and let me bury my face between Leather's cheeks. Jason slowed enough for me to penetrate Leather's loose and naturally lubed anus with my tongue. 

Devita fingered the opening of my penis while Lace fingered her vagina and anus. I could taste Leather's well-used sphincter. Devita pulled me away from Leather's delicious hole. She brought her breasts to my lips and let me suckle their large areolas. Leather repositioned under me so that my penis entered his loose anus. Every thrust that Jason made pushed me deeper into Leathers rectum until Jason and I were to the base. Jason pulled his penis from my anus and I backed out of Leather slowly, letting the head of my penis tease his juicy hole. I thrust in and out several times, watching as Leather's anus would slowly contract after each go. 

Jason took a penis pump and slid it over my penis. "Get it big and you can fuck Devita and I all night," Jason said. I proceeded to pump while I watched Devita suck him and Leather. Lace licked Devita's vagina and anus. As my penis filled the empty tube, Jason took more notice. He took the tube off and sucked on my penis, enjoying the foreskin. He shared it with Devita and I enjoyed watching both of their full lips receive my large white penis. "Mmm," Jason moaned as my pre-ejaculate dripped from his lips, "you are a tasty mother-fucker." 

"I want you both in my pussy at the same time," Devita begged as she leaned back and spread her legs. Jason guided my penis to her waiting opening and sucked it to wet it. He then pushed my penis deep into his wife's hungry hole. As we copulated, Devita rolled me onto my back and allowed Jason to slide his fat member into her vagina next to mine. Our penis rubbed together and Devita and I kissed as I felt fluid release from her vulva. Lace straddled my head and I ate her vagina while Leather buggered Jason. We must have been a nasty sight. Soon I could feel Jason ejaculating in Devita and he ordered me to do the same. His semen lubed her hole and I ejaculated soon after. Devita moaned as more juice exploded from within her. Jason pulled his large penis out and pulled mine out. He sucked my penis clean while Leather continued anally violating him. As Leather made moans that he was about to finish Devita raised her openings high. Jason slid off of Leathers penis and guided it into Devita where he finally shot his load.

"I love all that man-malt in me," Devita admitted, "it makes me feel like a dirty slut." Lace began licking the drippings from Devita's gaping hole. I began rubbing Devita's clitoris and used the juice collected within her as a lube. I kissed her and sucked her thick lips. Her tongue explored my mouth as we looked into each other's eyes. She rubbed my still hard penis with her manicured hands and milked pre-cum from its hole. "You have the biggest cock I've ever seen on a white boy," she said, "I want you to fuck Jason while I suck his big juicy dick." She leaned down and sucked me deep. She didn't gag as her tongue licked my testicles. I held her head as she deep-throated my penis. 

Jason had Leather prepare his anus with lube and numbing gel. After the lubing, I leaned in and licked Jason's black, puckered sphincter. "This black ass is gonna milk that cock of all it's juice," Jason announced, "when I'm done with your dick you're gonna wish every hole was this fucking deep and wet." I pulled my foreskin back and slid the head of my penis into Jason's anus, slowly exploring his butt with my probing rod. He buckled a couple of times but didn't tell me to stop. I soon found myself in good rhythmic thrusts. "Damn," Jason begged, "fuck me like you hate me. Hate fuck my black ass, white boy!" I thrust harder and deeper, smacking his testicles with mine. I pulled his hips back into mine while Devita enjoyed orally washing his penis.

I loved watching my white penis disappear into his black butt and I could tell that Leather and Lace enjoyed watching as well. They both seemed to take a break from their activities to watch me bugger Jason like a he was a whore. After a few moments of just watching, Lace climbed under me and began licking my anus with a loving tongue. Within a few minutes I found myself preparing for another explosion. Devita noticed.

"Pull out of him and cum in me, honey," she said, "I want more of your nut." I eased out of Jason and slid my pulsating penis into Devita's wet vagina. With a few thrusts I emptied my load into her while Jason stood over her. He waved his penis in front of me and it looked like a black, hooded cobra dripping venom. Jason's venom was sweet and I opened my mouth to accept it. Devita's wet hole drained my penis of its juice while I let my tongue explore the mouth of Jason's penis serpentine black penis. Remnants of semen oozed into my mouth as Jason pumped my cheeks and throat. 

Devita pulled herself from my penis and watched me orally satisfy her husband with my novice throat. I gagged several times but felt secure taking his length deep into my tight esophagus. "You're a cock-hungry faggot, aren't you?" Jason said, not really asking but stating an obvious fact. I pulled his penis from my mouth and saw that it was coated in my sticky saliva. I suckled his testicles and stroked him as more clear venom dripped from his snake's mouth. He tasted sweet and I couldn't help but eat more. I sucked him for what seemed like hours while Devita, Leather and Lace continued with their own orgiastic activities. Jason seemed content with penetrating my mouth. 

"Jason really likes him," Lace said.

"This boy's a good fuck," Jason responded.

Occasionally I would sneak a look at Lace, Leather and Devita. Devita was getting penetrated by Leather while Lace rode her face. Soon, I was hard again and Jason laid back and had me sixty-nine him. His throat expertly worked the glands of my penis and eventually we were thrusting into each other's mouths. I could feel his muscles tense as he readied the delivery of his juicy sperm. I prepared my mouth by sucking his penis like a straw and the anticipation made me close in on my own orgasm. Suddenly, we were exploding seed into each other's mouths and I carefully swallowed every drop. I forced his penis deep into my throat one last time and as I pulled him out, I sucked every bit of juice I could from it. 

When I got up, Jason was smiling and had semen dripping from his full black lips. "That was fucking good!" he exclaimed and he got up and guided me over to where Leather was spasming sperm into his wife. "Normally, I like to clean up," Jason said, "but this time I think I'll let you. You've earned it." He laid me down and soon, Devita was straddling my face. Her vagina immediately began dripping it's cargo into my waiting mouth. Load after load that had been pumped into was now mine to enjoy and I loved every ounce. She leaned down and gave me a suck while I fingered her and begged for more man-juice. 

After a few lusting minutes, I could see that there was no more honey in Devita's jar. She climbed off of me and soon, we were all up in the living room drinking and having conversation about everything from goals in our life to favorite movies. Eventually Jason and Devita had to go and we said our goodbyes. Devita promised to send me nasty pictures of herself in my e-mail and Jason promised that we would all meet again. 

After they left, Leather, Lace and I retired to their room. There, Leather and I double penetrated Lace before we fell asleep. I lay between them and they both held me tight. 

The next morning I woke to the sound of Leather shaving in the bathroom. I approached and he turned and told me that Lace had gone to the store to get some stuff for dinner. He then noticed that I was waiting around. "If you have to go to the bathroom, just go," he said, "you don't have to be shy around me." 

"It's not number one," I said.

"That's okay," he said as he turned on the fan, "I'm not worried about it. Go poop." 

I made my way over to the toilet and as I sat down he set his shaver down and kneeled in front of me. He began to work my penis in his hand. "Ever had a blumpkin?" he asked.

I shook my head no.

"It's when you get your cock sucked while you poop." He stroked me some more. "Do you have to pee too?" 

I nodded.

"Go for it," he said and he aimed my penis into the toilet. I peed and he shook my penis off. He began sucking me and he cleaned the remaining pee off without question. I got hard very quickly in his mouth. He cupped my testicles and sucked deep. Within a minute or two I could feel myself relax enough to evacuate. His mouth brought me to completion quickly and as I exploded into his mouth I dropped my stool into the toilet. I came hard and he ate every drop. We kissed and I could taste my morning load. 

I prepared some toilet paper but Leather took it from me. "Let your slave do that, sir," he said. He reached under and wiped me. After a few passes he dropped the paper into the toilet and had me stand. Leather had me bend over so that he could visually inspect it. He wiped again, gently and when he finished he stood me up and we hugged. Our penises rubbed together. "You're one of the best male lovers I've ever had," he said and we kissed. Our tongues mocked the actions of our penises. 

We heard Lace come home and we both went down stairs to greet her. "I have a surprise for you," she said to me. She pulled a box from a bag. In the box was a mask mad of denim. "You can call yourself Denny," she giggled. I put it on. 

"I gave him a blumpkin," Leather announced to Lace.

"How did you like it?" she asked me.

I grabbed Leather by the bulge in his underwear and pulled him over. "I enjoyed every bit of it," I said. "He cleaned me up real good too." I bent over the counter and pulled my underwear down so that they could both see my anus. Leather got the hint. He spit into his hand and rubbed it on my smooth opening. Afterwards he slid his erection into me and thrust madly. "Fuck your master's anal cunt!" I demanded. Lace enjoyed the show as Leather pumped in and out of me. I moaned as he penetrated my anus repeatedly. I could feel his pre-ejaculate lubing me from inside. "Harder!" I ordered and soon he we pumping his load deep into my love pocket. Leather pulled his dripping penis from my dripping anus. Lace cleaned him off and then cleaned me out. 

After breakfast, we went back down into their sex room. Leather put on a tape of Lace. She had several men around her and was being done every way possible. Leather and I took turns penetrating her vagina. It became a gaping wet hole after a while and Lace offered her anus for us. We accepted and we penetrated her anus. Soon we were both in her and our penises rubbed over each other. I kissed Lace as I ran a finger in and out of Leather's mouth. He sucked my finger like a little penis, licking it up and down. Lace's tongue explored the inside of my mouth. Leather pulled out of Lace and I could feel him lick where my penis entered her anus. 

I pumped vigorously and could feel my testicles preparing a small load. Leather pulled me from Lace's backdoor and sucked it before putting it back in. I squirmed and shot into her. Leather began fingering me while he cleaned my penis. Lace and I continued kissing while Leather readied my anus for his penis. I felt Leather slowly guide his erection into me and pump. It was only a few pumps before he finished. 

After Leather finished we all laid on the bed rubbing and caressing each other. "We should do these weekends more often," Lace said. 

"Absolutely," I agreed.

Leather suckled my nipples while he played with my sticky foreskin. I continued kissing and fondling Lace. 

After a while, we all went upstairs and I gathered my things. Lace gave me a video of her masturbating, "something to get you through the day," she said. I kissed them both and gave them hugs. 

The ride back to my dorm room was dull in comparison to my weekend. I had to hide the video in a place that my roommate wouldn't find it. When he asked where I had been, I told him I had been at a friend's house.



Leather & Lace



John finished tying his new boots before wiggling his toes to check the fit. He had ordered the calf high black leather boots specifically for tonight to go with his black military-style pants. That was the whole of his outfit as he was planning to go shirtless for the night. He and his girlfriend, Laura, were headed to a local bar that held a monthly event with a theme of "Leather and Lace" where people donned their best leather, lace, or whatever other sexy attire they chose. 

Satisfied that his boots fit the look he was shooting for John sat down to wait for Laura to finish getting dressed and ready. He didn't have long to wait as she soon emerged from the bathroom and stopped in front of him to model her new outfit. She had chosen an all black corset, which narrowed her already thin waist and accentuated the curve of her hips. Below this was a gauzy, ruffled skirt that almost came to the bottom of her gorgeous, firm ass and was short and see-through enough to allow glimpses of the g-string she had on underneath it. Her long, sexy legs were encased in fishnet stockings and the outfit was completed by her black four-inch heels she called her "stripper heels".

"You look amazing." John said as he walked over to her before pulling her against him for a quick kiss. Breaking the kiss he stepped back and said teasingly "We better go before I decide that I'd rather just have my way with you now than go out first."

"Okay, do you have everything?" Laura replied.

"I think so." He answered, checking his pockets for both of their IDs, keys, and other essentials. He had again wound up being her purse as he had pockets and she, of course, did not. Not that he minded, he thought with a smile as he watched her walk up the stairs in front of him. 

They arrived at the bar after a short drive and made their way inside, pausing to pay the cover charge. Rather than heading directly to get a drink they made a tour of the bar to take a look at the other bar-goers to check out what other people were wearing and commenting to each other on particularly notable outfits. A few people were in leather head to toe, a number of women were simply wearing lingerie, and there was a range of everything in between. Two other young women in particular caught John's eye. Both were built a lot like Laura having the tall, thin build with small, perky breasts that he liked so well. The first was a brunette wearing a mostly black bustier, black bikini cut panties, and white stockings while the second was a blond wearing what John thought was a baby doll top over ruffled panties and black stockings.

Having made the rounds they stopped at the bar to get a drink for Laura. John would be driving home later so wouldn't be drinking, so once Laura had her drink they stepped to the side to have a good view of most of the bar and dance floor. 

"Who has your favorite outfit?" John asked, after they had settled into their spot.

"I think that older guy is hilarious." Laura replied, indicating a man probably in his mid to late sixties wearing a full three-piece suit along with a top hat and carrying a riding crop. "Otherwise I don't know if I could pick, I like pieces of lots of outfits, like those boots." She continued, motioning toward a woman wearing thigh-high leather boots. "What's yours?"

"Yours." John said, with a smile as he hugged her against his side with one arm. "Otherwise that blonde girl and the tall brunette over there." He continued, indicating the two young women he had noticed earlier. "But I think that's at least partly because I think they're hot, and are built like you."

"They are pretty sexy." Laura responded before taking a sip from her drink. 

They continued to watch the other bar-goers and comment on outfits as Laura finished her drink, and another. Being all of a hundred and fifteen pounds and not drinking often it didn't take much to get Laura drunk and by the end of her second drink John was noticing indications that she was starting to feel the alcohol. 

"Why don't you go dance?" He suggested, knowing that she would be feeling a bit loosened up and that she enjoyed the dark, almost rave-like setting of the dance floor here. 

"Are you coming with?" she asked.

"I think I'll just watch you for now." He responded, nudging her out toward the dance floor with a smile. 

Laura set her empty glass down, paused to press her lips to John's for a quick kiss, then headed onto the dance floor. As she walked away John enjoyed the view and was looking forward to watching her dance. 

It took a minute for Laura to get into the dancing but soon the music and the alcohol took over and she was moving to the music. John enjoyed every minute as her dancing offered him ample opportunity to enjoy watching her sexy body. 

As he watched John noticed that the blonde he had noticed earlier was also on the floor, dancing by herself toward one edge of the dance floor, not far from the cage at the corner of the floor. Here too he found an opportunity to admire a hot, sexily dressed young woman moving her body to the music. Occasionally he would make eye contact with Laura as she focused sultry looks on him as she danced, and with the combination of these looks plus the views of her body and that of the blonde he could feel his arousal building, and his cock responding accordingly.

After a couple songs of watching the two sexy young women dance John stood to go get another drink for Laura. Motioning her over he handed her the drink and pulled her into his lap.

Settling down Laura squirmed a little bit then said "It feels like you enjoyed watching the dancing" with a smirk. 

"I did, but I think you could make it more exciting."

"Oh?"

"You should drink that then go dance in the cage." He said, nodding toward the slightly raised cage in the front corner of the floor, just a few feet from the blonde who was still dancing. 

The idea of putting her scantily clad body on display like that seemed to turn Laura on as he felt her shift slightly on his lap and press her body against his chest a bit more firmly.

"Okay." She replied simply, then betrayed her excitement by gulping down the rest of her drink. She then set her drink down before slipping one hand between his stomach and her hip to give his cock a quick squeeze before standing and heading toward the cage. 

Stepping up the two feet or so into the cage Laura began to dance, moving her body so sexily and seductively that John knew there was no chance of getting his erection down while she was up there. Not that he was particularly concerned as his pants and the darkness concealed it pretty effectively. 

He watched for a few songs as Laura continued to dance, his eyes occasionally straying to the sexy blonde who had slowly wound up ever closer to the cage Laura occupied. Eventually the blonde was dancing immediately next to the cage and reached out to take hold of one of the poles and continued to dance, swaying and moving using the pole as leverage. 

After a couple minutes there the blonde looked up at Laura before reaching in to touch her to get her attention. Laura paused in her dancing to lean down to talk with the blonde. The two exchanged a few words then Laura stepped back to allow the blonde to step up and join her in the cage. After a few more comments back and forth the two resumed dancing, now both crowded into the cage.

As the two girls started dancing Laura met John's eyes with a slightly questioning look, to which John responded with a big grin and a slight nod, indicating that he was of course okay with her dancing with the blonde. Knowing that she had his approval Laura's dancing lost the bit of hesitance she had picked up when the blonde joined her in the cage. As the cage was not meant to have two people dancing separately in it the two young women wound up dancing with each other.

The sight of his gorgeous girlfriend dancing with the hot, sexily dressed blonde sent John's arousal through the roof, and if he hadn't been so enjoying watching the dancing would have dragged Laura from the bar. But watching the two of them grinding their hips together, running their hands over each other's bodies, and generally being unbearable sexy was more than worth the wait.

After maybe ten minutes of dancing together the girls had wound up facing one another with one leg between the legs of the other. As John watched the blonde wrapped one arm around Laura to pull their bodies together and leaned her head in to lick and nibble Laura's earlobe. Laura tipped her head back with her eyes closed, clearly enjoying the blonde's actions. 

Releasing her earlobe John saw the blonde say something in Laura's ear. Whatever she said seemed to really turn Laura on as she gasped then pulled the blonde against her while pressing her lips to the other girl's in a passionate kiss. After a few moments Laura broke the kiss and said something to the blonde before turning to step out of the cage and hurry over to John. 

Grabbing his hands she pulled him up before whispering in his ear "I'm soooo horny, we have to go." With that she turned and pulled him toward the door, not that John needed much encouragement after that pronouncement.

She continued to pull him along until they reached the car where she turned and flung herself against him, hugging him fiercely while kissing him equally passionately. After a moment of enjoying their embrace John broke the kiss, saying "Come on, the sooner we get going the sooner we'll get home."

As John was pulling the car out of the parking lot to head toward Laura's apartment she leaned over and pressed her head against his shoulder. "I don't know if I can wait until we get home." She said, plaintatively.

"You don't have to, you know." John responded.

Laura's face showed incomprehension for an instant before a smirk spread across her face. "I suppose you're right." She said, one hand sliding across her stomach towards her groin. "I suppose you don't want to wait either." She continued, a touch of sultriness in her voice. 

She turned in her seat to face him before slipping one hand to his lap, quickly finding his hard cock through his pants. She gave him a gentle squeeze before moving her hand to undo the button and zipper. Once she had his pants unzipped she snuck her hand in under his boxer briefs to grasp his erection before slipping it up and out of his pants. Attempting to both keep his eyes and the road and watch Laura John saw her lean over then gasped as she engulfed the head of his cock in her mouth.

Laura teased the head of his cock slightly before taking as much into her throat as she could manage. As she continued sucking his cock John knew that it wouldn't be long until he came due to the prolonged aroused state he had been in, so tried to concentrate on driving to be able to hold off as long as possible. He managed for a couple minutes but his attention was pulled back to Laura as he noticed her slip one of her hands under her skirt before moaning around his cock as she again took it into her throat. This tipped John over the edge into his orgasm, filling Laura's mouth with his come, which she readily swallowed, her hand never pausing in its attentions on herself.

After pausing a moment for a breath Laura took John's softening cock in her mouth while continuing to pleasure herself with one hand. The scent of Laura's arousal reached John's nose, and this combined with the continued stimulation of her mouth caused his cock to once again harden under Laura's attentions. 

A couple minutes later John pulled the car up at Laura's apartment and, reluctantly, pulled on her shoulder, getting her to sit up. As she sat up he looked into her eyes and returned her look of desire with one of his own and simply said "Inside" before hurriedly stuffing his cock back in his pants and following Laura into her apartment.

As soon as the door closed behind them Laura practically threw herself at him, pressing her body against his and forcing his back against the door as she kissed him. They kissed passionately as John's hands roamed over her body before slipping up under her skirt to cup her ass. Grasping her ass he pulled her into him for a moment before breaking the kiss to turn and pull her toward the bed. Reaching the bed he pushed her so she was lying on her stomach with her hips at the edge of the bed and feet still on the floor. 

After pushing her onto the bed he pushed her skirt up off her ass to grab the sides of her g-string before pulling that to the floor, exposing her neatly trimmed sex. Not waiting a moment he dropped to his knees behind her and brought his mouth to her waiting cunt. Pressing his mouth against her he licked her from top to bottom before working his tongue in and out of her as far as he could get it. After a moment he moved lower to attack her clit, drawing a cry from Laura as he flicked his tongue over her sensitive little bud. 

As he continued his attentions on her clit Laura moans became louder and more frequent and John knew that her orgasm was approaching. When he could tell she was about to reach her peak her slid two fingers inside her to rub her g-spot in time to his tongue on her clit. This added stimulation pushed Laura over the top and she cried out as her orgasm swept through her. John kept his fingers and tongue busy as she writhed through her orgasm and didn't pause until he could tell she had come down. 

Once Laura had settled down again John stood up behind her and stepped forward between her legs to press his cock against her practically dripping slit. He slowly worked the head of his cock inside her tight opening then thrust in to the base in one stroke, pressing his hips against her upturned ass. Laura gasped as his cock filled her depths then moaned as he began pounding his cock deep into her with hard, rapid thrusts. John had his hands wrapped around the front of her hips, pulling her back against him with each thrust. 

Soon the tight embrace of Laura's wet cunt was bringing John towards his orgasm, and as he approached his peak he wrapped one hand in Laura thick curly hair. With a moan he roughly pulled her hair, thrusting into her again as he reached his orgasm, shooting his come into her depths. The combined sensations of his come filling her depths and him pulling her hair pushed Laura over the edge and she pushed her hips back against him as she again shuddered in orgasm.

After a few more slow thrusts John released Laura's hair and pulled his softening cock from her. He pulled on one of Laura's shoulders, prompting her to roll over so he could press his lips to hers in a passionate kiss.

Eventually the two recovered enough to remove the rest of Laura's outfit and crawl into bed. As they settled in John looked to Laura and asked "So what did that girl say to you that got you so excited?"

Laura started a bit then somewhat hesitantly replied "She whispered in my ear that she wanted to take me home with her tonight."

John's eyebrows shot up and in a surprised tone he asked "Oh? What did you say back?"

Laura smiled slyly as she turned to bring her head over to whisper in his ear "Maybe next time..."



Leather and Lace



Lacey Reynolds shook her head even as she answered the knock on the door. She knew who it was. She was expecting him. Her study partner from the night course that she was taking in counseling at the local college. They had a report to write but this time instead of meeting at the coffee on campus some craziness had possessed her to invite the man to her tiny apartment that she shared with her two small boys. They were with their dad this weekend so it made sense she had rationalized.

Except for the fact that nothing about this man sense. Sean was former military, though he never said which branch. He said surprisingly little, yet what he left unsaid said as much about him as any words could. She felt it. The man was in that class for the same reason that she was. He wanted to help others back from the edge. For her it was domestic abuse. Oh, her ex had never hit her. He did not have to. Despite that stupid saying about sticks and stones, words could and did hurt you. But for Sean, she felt it was PTSD, Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, that drove him. It built a common ground upon which their class projects and friendship had built over the past few months.

But whatever had possessed her to invite him here? No one came into the home that she shared with her sons. It was hers. Her refuge after a decade of the constant barrage of complaints that had marked her marriage. The house was never clean enough, the dinner never warm enough, his shirts never crisp enough. It never ended until she was lost. Lost herself into trying to please another...an impossible task. 

The gentle rapping at the door was getting louder. She looked around the place, trying to see it through the eyes of another. Toys filled every single nook and cranny. The furniture was all salvaged from second hands stores, that recycling website, or as a last resort bought as cheaply as possible. Her quilts on the back of couch and the matching pillows added a feminine touch to what could only generously be called shabby chic. With the emphasis upon shabby as she was reminded every single time her ex dropped the boys off to complaints of 'his' sons living in such a dive when he had provided them with a fine house in the best neighborhood and a big backyard. Lacey had learned to smile and nod as she took their bags. His words no longer held the power they once had, but they still hurt. 

But she had no magic wand. She could not wave it and turn this place suddenly into something it was not. Like her, it was a case of what you see is what you get. So why had she done this? Invited another man to pass judgment upon her...find her wanting and lacking. But the knock reminded her, she had. And short of being rude she must now face the very real consequences...with him. Leather as she thought of him because of the old worn jacket that he always wore and that smelled of something dark, deep and mysterious...every time she made the mistake of getting too close.

She sighed and forced her hand to turn the knob. To seal her fate...

***

Sean was just about ready to turn and leave. Perhaps he had gotten the time wrong? Perhaps the woman had simply changed her mind about having the likes of him in her house? It would not be the first time. He had long since lost count of the number of doors that had been slammed on him his whole life long. That was what happened when you were just a foster kid...a nobody from nowhere. 

Only the Marines had ever been home to him. But in the end, they too had turned their back on him. Closed the door in his face with a medical discharge with the nightmares got so bad that his screams woke the whole damned platoon. Not that he blamed them. How could they trust him to do what had to be done when he could not trust himself. It had been a long road back from those darkest days. A road that he knew he would travel the rest of his life. A long, winding, lonely road.

And she had become his only bit of sunshine. The shy, little dove in the back of the class that barely spoke a word. But wow, when you finally got her talking, damn, but the girl was smart. And funny. And pretty. And not for the likes of someone like him, he reminded himself. 

He was turning to go when the door finally opened. Well, more like a crack appeared with her face looking as lost as he felt and her eyes looking at the ground, not even daring to met his. He thought for a long moment that she truly had changed her mind, that she was going to send him away, slam that door hard in his face. Why did that thought hurt him like nothing since the night that the social worker took him and his little sister away? Like holding those discharge papers had?

But then she stepped back reluctantly and whispered, "I know it isn't very fancy, but come in..."

As she ushered him into his fantasy. He choked on thin air and felt a tightening in his chest as he saw the yellow dump truck in the corner. How many Christmases had he asked Santa for that exact same toy? But it was never to be. Anymore than the black, red and green bikes that were leaned against the wall in the corner. But when his eyes lit upon the bright yellow quilt that he knew in his gut she had sewn herself his heart stopped. It might be covering a couch that had seen better days, but it was everything that he thought about this woman...sunshine. He noticed the crocheted dollies on the battered wooden table next to it. Sunshine and lace. 

Somebody had known what they were doing when they named this one Lacey. It said it all. As much as this place did. One single word floated through his mind...home. And he knew he never wanted to leave this place again.

***

Lacey shifted nervously from foot to foot as she watched the man take measure of her tiny, ramshackle apartment. Of what had become her life at twenty-nine. Of her. She felt each glance in her soul. The toys strewn about. The ratty old couch that she had salvaged when someone left it by the dumpster. It had taken her and the boys over an hour to drag it the hundred feet or so into their living room. Not only had she paid for that one with an aching back but with a tirade from the ex about what bugs and germs must be in the 'piece of junk.' But to her it was better than sitting on the floor...and like her...there was still some life left in the old thing. 

She had spent a week sewing that old quilt from pieces of dresses and scraps she had from that 'other' life. She thought it made the thing better, but yet again her ex had simply shook his head and looked at her like she was crazy. 

The same look that Leather had on his face now? Disgust? Pity? Maybe like her ex the couch was not good enough for him to sit on?

"We can go to the coffee shop if you prefer," she finally managed to squeak past that knot in her throat as she fought back tears. Tears that she had refused for over a year to allow out. Why now? Why with him was she losing it? Why was her carefully crafted façade of strength crumbling leaving her the fragile little girl that she hated? That she fought so hard not to be. 

She wanted to run then. If she could just have a couple of minutes alone. She could get it back together she knew she could. She had done it before. Picked up the pieces, broken and shattered, of her life and self-esteem. By sheer will she had super glued them together. And she would again. "I think I left my textbook in the bedroom. I'll be right back...just a couple of minutes..." she pleaded. She did not even wait for an answer before practically running the few feet down the hall to her bedroom. 

She collapsed in the middle of it...another quilt this one all the colors of the rainbow. The lace curtains were flapping in the wind. She had all the windows open and her one fan turned on high. Even though this place came with air conditioning, she could not afford a high electric bill so except in the hottest part of the day when it was about the boys' health she never used the damned thing. 

That too weighed upon her frail shoulders. What had she done? What had she become? She could no longer hold the tears back then. So she buried her face in the quilt and prayed it was enough to stifle her sobs that rocked her thin body.

***

Sean watched it all slip away as the woman ran from the room. Ran from him. And like before, like always, he was left alone wondering why. Why was he never good enough? Not for his father who had left them when he was practically too young to remember. Not for his mother who spiraled into depression and drugs after the birth of his baby sister. Not even for the Marines to whom he had given his life. But watching this one slip away was almost more than even he could take. 

He plopped onto the sofa. He jumped a bit when he heard the thing groan. He was not a small guy. He picked up the teddy bear that was peaking out from behind a pillow at him. It reminded him of the one he had had. The one that he had given to his baby sister that last time he saw her. She was being adopted. She was young and her new family did not want her to even remember her old one...him. 

He had been six then. He loved that damned bear. It was all he had had to hold when all he wanted most was his mother, someone, anyone, to hold him. But he knew he would never see her again...the only person he still loved. And he was a big boy now. He had forced himself to give it to her. To hand her that final piece of himself. Hell, her new family had probably burned the damned thing.

Sean shook his head. This was a bad idea. Why had he come here? Why did this woman have his gut in a knot and his nads in a vice? He knew better. Something just were not for him. And real homes like this was one of those things. He looked about the room once more, trying to memorize everything about it. A dream and fantasy to play in his mind on those dark days. Something to remind him that sunshine and lace did still exist in this world. 

Until he felt the unshed tears stinging his eyes. He should go. He put the teddy bear down and stood up. The damned couch groaned again like some monster from a bad sci-fi movie. He looked at the door. Maybe he should just leave. Maybe he should just shout out that he had forgotten another appointment or that an emergency had come up? But he was a coward. He had learned even before the Marines that fear was a feeling everyone had...the difference was whether you ran from it or did what needed to be done inn spite of it. He always choose the latter.

But each step down that hallway seemed as hard as crawling on his belly through the smoke from the IED. But as he had that day he forced himself with sheer will to keep going. What he saw when he stood in the doorway knocked him to his knees. 

She lay sprawled on the bed. Her body shook so badly that for a moment he feared that she was having one of seizures that he still got occasionally from his brain injury. Then he realized...she was crying. Why was she crying? Had he said something? Done something? He never ever wanted to hurt this woman. But he had no idea what he had done or how to make it stop. 

He did the only thing he could think of. He went to her and wrapped her in his arms. He drew her against his chest and held her as tightly as he dared. The same way that little boy had longed for someone to hold him, hell, the same way he still longed to be held. 

***

Lacey smelled it again. Through the darkness and void that clean, crisp, musky smelled called her. Sometimes she smelled it in her dreams but this was so damned strong, overpowering really. then she felt it, restrained, held so damned tightly. She was not sure whether to fight or just give into the comfort that those bounds gave her. But she did not have the energy to fight at the moment so instead she just floated and tried to remember what had happened. What triggered this descent into darkness?

Him...Sean...Leather. She forced herself to open her eyes. To face reality...just as she always did. To look hurt and trouble squarely in the face. To stare down her demons. No matter the cost.

His face was dark. He frowned but the way his finger tips brushed the hair back from her face and captured a tear in the process said something totally different from his look, "I'm sorry," he whispered.

She shook her head. Those were words that she never expected. Never heard. Words men did not say. Especially not when they had nothing to be sorry for, "It's not you. You did nothing wrong."

She looked into his eyes. Pain. As deep and dark as her own. In years to come, Lacey played back that moment over and over again. And still she was never sure how it happened. Had she kissed him or had he kissed her? But it did not matter, not then, not ever, because the truth was that in the darkest moment two tired and weary souls reached for one another. Each made the choice to take a risk...one more time. Because sometimes...sometimes what you have to gain is worth more than the little you risk. 

***

I won't bore you with the details of clothes of flying, lips and hands seeking and finding. Bodies coming together in heated passion. Finding things they only ever dreamed existed. Honestly, because I and every other damned writer I have ever known can never do justice to those special moments when sex transcends into pure lovemaking. Use your heart, your imagination...search for your dream in Leather and Lace. 

I will tell you that...they over slept and when another knock came at the door she was searching for her clothes and babbling about him going out through the window. I will tell you that he took her hand in his, stopped the madness in her mind, with the simple words..."Could you ever love a man like me?" 

Her answer was fragile and wrapped in all the insecurities of woman who has known abuse. But she found the strength in that moment to be honest with him...and more importantly with herself. "I think I already do." 

The kiss that followed her answer as the knocking got louder had nothing to do with lust or sex...it was raw and real. Hope at its best. And when he drew back, he smiled and said, "Go answer the door. I'll be there in a moment, woman. Because I ain't going no where. This is home. When I walked in I knew would never want to leave." He found the courage to believe that sometimes, just sometimes in this fucked up world, good people deserve to have their dreams come true. 

Was it easy? Did everything change instantly for Leather and Lace? Hell, no. There was still very nasty divorces. Battles with the VA. PTSD...times two. Seizures. Too little money and too much month. Two very loud and hyperactive little boys who were always into everything. But when two souls pull together things are easier than when they pull apart. Somehow they got by...lovers forever...face to face. 

And so began the unusual love story of Leather and Lace...two broken pieces that just fit. And at least in my world...love does conquer all.



Leather and Lace



I had been waiting for you. I was bare and in the position I had learned long ago, on my knees, legs spread, resting on my ankles that would gently my cheeks apart. My hands lay on my knees, palms up, my shoulders were back and my chin was raised, while my eyes were lowered. I was ready and open to receive you when you returned home. 

When I heard the keys at the door, my heart raced. Still unmoved I waited. I heard the door open then nothing but your voice, "Oh, babygirl. You look so beautiful. Don't move. I'll be just a moment." I heard the door close and your keys laid on the table, a soft thud of your work case put to the floor, then a quiet growl. I could smell your scent as you came closer. You brushed the hair that had wisped over my eyes and I felt your kiss on my forehead. "So beautiful. You please me babygirl and make me proud you are mine. And I am yours." You caressed my face and your fingertips felt electric to my skin. I still did not move, but my heart began to race. 

I heard the familiar sound of you unbuckling your belt and heard you sit, presumably to remove your shoes and socks to be more comfortable. Though my eyes were lowered, they were not closed, and I saw your slacks drop to the floor followed by your dress shirt and undershirt. Oh, how my mind raced, how I wanted to look upon you, yet I waited. 

"You are my gift, babygirl and I am yours. You bent over and took my hands into yours and guided me to stand before you. You lifted my chin gently with your fingers. "Look at me, baby."

I looked up and into your eyes and you softened as you leaned in to kiss me. So soft, so tender, I moaned lightly into your breath, breathing your breath felt like life breathing into me. "I need to shower. Join me."

"Yes, my Sir." You led me by the hand to the shower and turned the water on, letting the water warm as you returned to kissing me. I kept eye contact with you as your hand moved upwards towards my breasts where you began to pinch and twist my left nipple gently.. then a little harder until I was biting my bottom lip to keep any wincing at bay. As it hardened, you let go of my hand and your left hand found my right nipple and you began the same treatment. Pinching, twisting, pulling, and watching my face as it became flush. Then as they were both hard and tender, you ran just the palm of your hand over them in slow circles, teasing them and me. You watched my faced and I could see you starting to zone in on the control you had over me. You knew I would take anything you gave me and I would give you my total submission in return. Your hands moved to my waist and you pulled me for a hard kiss as you led us both into the steamy shower. 

Without a word said you stood there as I grabbed the shower sponge and soap, lathering it well, then I began to bathe your body. I was very through beginning with your neck and shoulders. I gazed at your body lovingly as I ran the lather over your chest. I ran the sponge roughly over your nipples, making them as erect as you had made mine. I playfully took my fingernails to pay close attention to them, playing with their hardness. You cock began to twitch and I stopped to resume my expected task. 

I started to run the sponge back up and down each arm, raising your hand to wash the backs and palms, then slipping the rope of the sponge around my wrist, I used my own soap covered hands to wash and massage your fingers, between your fingers, massaging the tense muscles of your thumbs until I felt you relax. "So, good to me babygirl... mmmmm."

I returned to the sponge and lowered to your stomach, lightly scrubbing in small circles as I inched closer to your stiff cock. I washed behind it, then around it, over your balls and you spread your legs slighting so I could clean to the sides and behind your tightening sack. The sponge ran down to the inside of your legs and around, so I could wash the back of your thighs and back around to the front of them. Each leg in turn, I cleansed you. You turned around and I began up at your shoulders once again, circle after circles across your strong back. My hands following the sponge so I could feel your muscles as my soapy hands glided over you. I traced them as I went lower on your back then towards your buttocks. I washed over them and between them thoroughly before I rose to gather the shower head so I could repeat the process from the beginning to rinse you.

My hands only glided over you with the water to remove the lather from your body. Again I stopped to rub over your nipples, then before rinsing around your cock, I took the lather from your legs and led the soap upwards to your cock with both of my hands. I stroked downward over your swollen head down to your shaft and back upwards again, making sure you were completely clean, then ran the water over it gently as I continued to stroke you. You were growing harder in my hand, but I still had a task to finish. 

I rinsed your legs and between them well and then turned my attention to your back, Rubbing it again, massaging your muscles under the heat to relieve your day's tension. I ran gently over your buttocks and down the back of your legs, then returned to your lovely ass I spread then to wash the soap from between them and I couldn't help myself. My mouth came closer and my tongue reached out to run over your ass. With one hand keeping you spread for my tongue, my other hand reached between your legs to grasp your cock. You were so damn hard, like steel between my fingers. I stroked your cock in rhythm my tongue licking over your ass. I was in heaven that you weren't stopping me. I enjoyed you this way until my tongue firmed and began to gently probe inside of you. You gave a loud growl and turned around, pulling me up and pushing me against the wall. You raised my hands over my head and lowered your head to viciously begin biting at my breasts and nipples. I cried out in pleasure and pain. 

You pulled away looking at me "Get the towels. I'll dry in here and you dry off in the bedroom I want you in the bed when I get there - be ready - ass up."

I lowered my eyes wondering if I had gone too far. "Yes, Sir."

You raised my chin. "Look at me." I looked into your eyes and they were filled with passion. You kissed me. "Thank you, babygirl. That was wonderful. Now. To bed." You pointed towards the bedroom door and I handed you your towel as I took my own.

I got to the bedroom and quickly but thoroughly dried myself. I knew I was already clean from a shower earlier that day, but the shower had been both refreshing and it had me excited. I reached between my legs and I could feel my own wetness. I quickly refocused on what I should be doing. I gathered the small, rectangular pillow from the wingback chair by the window and placed it on the bed. I then climbed on top of the bed and lie myself over it, giving support to me as it raised my ass in the air. With my head facing away from the bath door, I rested it against the spread and placed my hands above my hands, folded over one another. My knees were well apart and I waited. 

"mmmmm - my babygirl. I heard you open a drawer and then closed my eyes to focus on the sounds I heard. A click and the bed slightly shift, then I felt the leather wrist straps being buckled onto my wrists. I wanted to look up, but I already knew what it was. There was a red rope strung through both rings and tied to a clasp that was hooked to a metal hook hidden behind your headboard. Discreet and heavy duty, I was going nowhere. I felt your hands move down my body, down to my ass where you felt your hands over them... felt into me, felt my wetness... and growled once again. 

I waited then felt the first light slap of leather against my skin across my back. Easy, warming me up. Again and again, you criss-crossed your patterns down my back easily, stroking me more than slapping me with the leather. Down my back you flew, down and over my ass...down the back of my thighs, then back to my ass. The pressure was growing greater and I knew you were zoning into your Dom Space... you had me completely and I was enjoying every second of it. I felt the intensity grow with each controlled lash up and down my body. The planned pattern had strayed and now I never knew where the next lash would land. I grew more and more lost in the beauty of your control. I was becoming high on the endorphin rush... I began to ride it into the wondrous wonton lust for more. I wanted more. 

We had pre-arranged hand signals so I didn't have to speak. With one hand I could tell you one to five how close I was to going over... I put my fingers into the 3 position. You growled... you wanted more of me, too.

You dropped the flogger and I felt your hand strongly slap against my ass as the other slammed deeply into my wet pussy and began to fuck me... 4.

I was bucking hard against you as you reddened my ass to take me closer and closer ...so close now... so damn close... you felt me begin to contract around your fingers and then removed them. I was left breathless and wanting... until your cock replaced your fingers and you pumped hard into me. 5...5...5... 

"Cum Now, babygirl. Cum for Me." And all at once I felt you swell and throb inside of me and I came with you. Together we made it last as long as we could until we fell against each other cum with so much force.. you were shooting your hot cum inside of me and I was squirting cum against you and the wet sounds only increased our stamina for a bit longer, not wanting to let go of the release we were enjoying.

Finally spent, you reached up and unbuckled the restraints around my wrists and brought my arms into your chest as you held me close. I was still lost in subspace. "Come back to me, Mine. Oh, babygirl.. you are so good." You showered me with kisses as your hands gently stroked my back and bottom. Slowly I returned and looked into your eyes, a small tear escaping to fall... 

"Mine" is all I could say.

"Yours" you said in reply as you kissed me deeply then rest my head on your chest as we fell into a restful sleep. We could shower again in the morning. We were in our moment and neither of us wanted it to end.



Leather and Lace Ch. 01



All comments and suggestions are welcome. This is my first submission and the first part of quite a long story, so if you guys like it, I'll post the next parts as they're completed.

Enjoy!





Leather and Lace Ch. 01



"Hey..." Concern drips from the word and from his eyes, which flicker between mine. "You don't have to be scared of me, Eve. You can trust me. Come here." He pulls me into his embrace again, and I feel myself relaxing automatically. He won't demand anything from me. I don't have to do anything I'm not ready to do.

"We haven't finished our tea," he says.

"It's cold by now," I respond, and immediately regret it. He's giving me a way out, an excuse to leave his bed, even if temporarily. To collect myself, so I won't do anything I'll regret.

"Would you like some hot cocoa instead?"

I pull back to look at him. Is he serious?

He raises an eyebrows questioningly. Apparently he is. A giggle escapes me as I nod in agreement. Leave it to the British to have a steaming remedy for every ailment.

He sits up, then, and begins rummaging around, looking under the blanket, which had fallen onto the floor. Finally, with a triumphant grin, he hands me my panties and his shirt.

After getting somewhat dressed, we pad into his kitchen again, where he steers me into my bar stool while he starts making the cocoa. I like watching him moving around so naturally, in just his boxers, pulling the cocoa and sugar from the cupboards, stirring the heating milk.

"Which color?" he asks, bringing me from my little reverie. He's holding up two cups.

"Hmm... White, please."

And soon we are curled up on the sofa. My eyes fall to his TV, and then to his DVD collection, and soon, I admit, we're watching Harry Potter. I'm warm and unbelievably happy, sandwiched between Gabriel and Megs. My eyes begin to droop as poor Ginny disappears into the Chamber of Secrets.





Leather and Lace Ch. 02



Thank you so much for all of your comments on the first chapter. I know it started pretty quickly, but I promise you plenty of character development (and more length) in the rest of the chapters. I hope you like this one!

- Ada





Leather and Lace Ch. 02



We discuss the various aspects of life in Seattle as our food finishes cooking itself, and I carry the plates to the table while Gabriel lights a couple of candles.

Our conversation goes back to the basics as we tuck into the meal. I learn that he is twenty-eight and has been working as an artist, mostly drawing, writing and painting, since he relocated. He enjoys it, but it doesn't make him much money, so he relies on what he's invested over the past decade and a half—which I assume has done quite well, considering what he's living in.

I don't have a good opening while we're eating, because the conversation is so light-hearted, but I resolve to define what exactly is happening between us before the evening is over. I don't want to go home wondering whether he's interested in a relationship. Since I haven't seen him in another setting, I can't know if he's a Casanova or genuinely attracted to yours truly. 

In a way, I enjoy not knowing. I'm never this irresponsible, and the fact that what we have going right now is very precarious and mysterious is somehow exhilarating to me. Moreover, this is so different from all other dates I've been on; there's more attraction, both physically and mentally, but no awkward pauses or silences. The nerve-wracking feeling that I'm obligated to impress my date is thankfully absent.

We're finishing the last bites of our salmon when Gabriel's phone rings.

"Would you please pass that to me?" he asks, since it's much closer to where I'm sitting.

I reach for it and glance at the name automatically. "Emily Gibbard... Ugh! Sorry, I know it's a terrible habit," I add apologetically as I hold it out for him.

But he doesn't take the receiver from me. He looks really pale all of a sudden. Is it the lighting? Has he looked so gaunt all evening?

"I'll call her back," he says quietly. No, I decide... Something's undeniably wrong. His tone has changed completely.

I look at him curiously, asking him to elaborate without actually speaking.

"She's just an old friend," he mumbles, but keeps his eyes downcast. 

When he finally looks up and sees my obvious concern, he forces a smile and changes the subject to favorite films. 

Despite his efforts, the mood is somehow lost. His teasingly sarcastic attitude has vanished, and our conversation stays pretty mundane. I don't know what to do—how I can make it better when I don't even know what's wrong—but I know better than to press the issue. We clear the table and soak the dishes together, and I begin wrapping up the food.

While Gabriel escapes to use the bathroom, I place the dish of leftovers carefully on a shelf in the fridge, then press the door closed. I notice a photograph of an adorable, chestnut haired girl who appears to be about three or four years old. She's proudly holding a carved pumpkin, her gap-toothed grin lighting up the picture. Directly next to it is a work of "art"—a smudged crayon drawing of something vaguely resembling a house—and a delicate pressed flower. 

"This little girl is so precious! Who is she?" I ask, pointing to the picture as Gabriel walks back into the kitchen.

He looks almost agonized when I ask, but his voice is hollow and almost emotionless. "That's Bronwyn." 

I'm still staring at the cute pig-tailed girl, but I hear him walk closer, and then I can see him out of the corner of my eye. He's looking at me looking at the photo.

Gabriel's next two words are a punch in the gut. "My daughter." 





Leather & Lace



I moved slightly down and then back up, my manhood slipping down along her slit and then the head was pressing against her hot opening. There was a catch in her breathing as I pressed forward. I entered her slowly, savoring the feel of her tightness and heat. 

Each time her hips gave a little twitch I would back up slightly and then press on inward. By the time my manhood was fully in her, she was moaning softly and breathing heavily through her mouth. 

I held myself still for a few seconds until her hips began to move and then I started to move in and out of her in long full strokes. Her legs wrapped over mine and she matched the movements of her hips exactly with mine. Her moan became louder and her hips tried to move faster as she neared her climax. I could feel mine building but I was in no hurry; I wanted to make this last as long as I possibly could. I kept the same slow, deliberate pace. 

"Hurry, hurry, hurry!" she said loudly and then she came, her insides becoming even more like liquid fire. The inner muscles of her vagina were grabbing and releasing me with firm, rhythmic pulses. 

I thought I could hold off my own orgasm by holding still but it was too late and I came with a gush. When I did, her hips jerked upward against me, and she ground them against mine. A high undulating whine was coming from her lips. 

Time stood still. We could have been locked that way for merely minutes or for hours on end, there was no way to tell. Slowly we both came back down to this earthly plane and landed in each other's arms, cuddled up face to face on our sides, my manhood still locked deep inside her. 

My eyes opened as she took a deep breath and shivered slightly. Her eyes opened and focused on mine as a smile came easily to her lips. We just stared at each other for a span of time and then she whispered softly, "Wow!" 

I could only nod. She smiled again and added, "I don't know where we went, but I'd never been there before. It was wonderful to say the least."

I nodded and found my voice, "Tell me about it."

She grinned and bushed her lips softly against mine. "Maybe there is something to this cowboy thing. I had always heard there was but I considered it wishful thinking for the most part. Maybe I need to reconsider some things."

I wasn't real sure what she was talking about, so I kissed her. The kiss started out soft and sweet but before long it was growing in passion by leaps and bounds. I couldn't believe that but I sure didn't want to fight it. 

Shortly after that, she rolled us over until I was on my back and she was on top of me. I could feel myself still planted deep inside her. She wiggled her hips and broke the kiss as she sat halfway up. She flexed her hips back and forth slowly an inch or so, as she took a deep breath. She let it out slowly and grinned down at me. 

"Just how does a cowgirl ride a cowboy?" She asked with a big grin.

"Slowly," I whispered, "Very slowly, to start."

Her hips were moving very slowly but her insides were working overtime. After a minute or so, I could feel my manhood starting to grow and expand. A little shiver ran up and down her body and then she whispered, "I think its working."

I grinned and ran my hands up her sides to caress her breasts softly. She arched her back and pressed them harder against my hands. I took one in each hand and squeezed them gently. She grinned down at me and moved her hips a little farther up and down but held the same slow rhythm. 

"Yes, it's definitely working." 

I nodded as I tweaked her hard nipples and rolled them between my thumb and forefinger. Her eyes closed and she took a hissing breath. "Hmmm, that feels good," she whispered.

Releasing her nipples, I sat up and sucked one into my mouth. I ran my tongue over it and then circled the hard bud with the tip of my tongue. Her hands went to my shoulders and she pressed the breast tighter against my mouth, her hips not missing a beat in their slow movement.

I kissed, licked, and sucked her breasts and nipples as she rode me. I was fully hard now and she was even wetter than she had been. She was rising up almost all the way off me and then slowly lowering herself back to a full sitting position on my lap. I was in no position to move my hips but I could caress her back, butt, and hips with long slow strokes to match hers on my manhood. 

She was using her hands on my shoulders for balance as she sped up her movements. After a few minutes, she arched her back farther and sat down hard on me, rocking her hips back and forth quickly, as a loud moan started deep in her chest. Her inner muscles seemed to roll up and down around my hard shaft, milking and trying to pull me deeper. 

Her body jerked sharply twice and she leaned forward as she hugged me to her, my face pressed tightly between her breasts. Her hips were still moving slowly as she released her bear hug and relaxed. Her eyes opened and she kissed me softly on the lips before she whispered, "Hmmm, that was yummy, even if it did slip up on me." 

She took a deep breath and blew it out slowly. "I do like the feel of your rough hands on my skin." 

She moved her hips once a little harder and grinned, "I also love what's buried in there. It seems to hit all the good spots that need hitting."

I laid back and pulled her down with me. Slowly we rolled over until she was once again on her back with me above her. She grinned and raised her legs, wrapping them around my hips. 

"Hmmm, I've been here before and I loved it. There is something new that I want to try though. Well, actually part of it isn't new; I have been in that position once or twice and liked it. The where, is the part that will be new."

I held still and said soft, "Oh, and what and where would that be?"

She grinned and said, "Let me show you. I don't really want you to leave where you are but I can't figure out a way to roll over without you moving."

She released me with her legs and shivered as I pulled out of her. Quickly, she rolled over and raised her ass high up in the air. Grinning, I lost no time moving up behind her and slowly sliding back into her. She groaned and wiggled her ass slowly from side to side, as I did. 

Once I was pressed firmly against her beautiful ass, as deep in her as I could get, she whispered, "Oh, yes. It feels just as good as I thought it would. I've always loved this position."

I took a long slow stroke and pressed myself firmly back against her. "It happens to be one of my favorites also," I whispered.

She shivered and sighed, before she said, "There is one thing I have never tried."

When she didn't say anything else, I asked, "And what would that be?" Although, I had a pretty fair idea of what she would say.

She wiggled her ass and giggled. "Do I have to tell you?"

I made another stroke and then answered, "Yes."

She pressed back against me as I touched her ass with my hips. "Oh, that feels so good." 

I made another stroke, slightly faster than the other two and slapped her ass with my hips. She jerked and yelled. "Oh yes!" Her ass wiggled and circled slowly.

When I didn't move, she said quickly, "Anal sex!"

I pulled almost all the way out of her and slammed back against her ass with a loud slapping sound. After doing this for a second time, I held still and rolled my hips in counterpoint to her movements. 

"Are you sure?" I asked softly. 

She was making a soft whimpering sound, as she nodded her head vigorously. I grinned to myself, at the thought of making anal love to her and slowly ran my hands over her up turned ass. 

"I guess I could, if I had to," I said teasing her. "But right now, I want to finish what we have started here. I think we will both get a big bang out of it."

She started to say something but the movement of my hips backwards and the slap of my hips on her ass cut her off. The whimper was back. I fucked her long and hard, my hands holding her hips. 

Shortly, the whimper turned into a yell, each time I spanked her ass with my hips. She came up on her elbows and shook her head as she pushed back hard against me on each stroke. The sound of our meeting got louder. 

The yell was almost continuous as her hips started to jerk and lost sync with mine. I continued to pound into her, my own orgasm building. Her hips jerked and twitched almost constantly for the dozen more strokes it took me to reach my peak. 

When I froze, planted as deep inside her as I could get and started to come, her hips literally buck back against me. The yell, which had dropped in volume slightly, went back up a notch or two. For the second time tonight, I emptied myself into her and moved into another world of time and space. 

*****

I woke up slowly. It took me a few seconds to orient myself. Carol was pressed tightly up against me. We were fitted together like two spoons in a drawer. Only two spoons had never been connected as we were. My semi-hard manhood was snug in her warm vagina. I wondered what had awakened me. 

About the time I did, Carol's body gave a little twitching jerk and she inner muscles clamped down on me tightly. My own hips gave an involuntary shiver as she did. She pressed her ass back against me tighter and mumbled in her sleep.

I kissed her gently on the back of the neck and she clamped back down on me tightly, her ass moving slowly, rubbing against me. I moved my hips again gently and she whimpered in her sleep. I grinned to myself as I thought of how her dream was affecting both of us. I was slowly getting hard as she slowly moved her ass so erotically. 

I matched her movements for a minute or so before she whispered, "I hope your awake and not just teasing me."

I gave a little bump to her ass with my hips and kissed her on the back of the neck, before I whispered, "That must have been some dream you were having."

She pushed back against me with her ass and sighed, "You wouldn't believe me if I told you about it. I don't really believe what I was dreaming myself. Let's just say it was a wonderful fantasy." 

I teased her nipple as I kissed her neck again. She lifted her shoulders and rolled her head. "Hmmm, I like that." 

When I bumped my hips against her ass a little harder, she shiver and said, "I like that too."

I could feel her getting warmer and wetter inside as I moved slowly. I toyed with her breasts and caressed her stomach and hip. "Could we try what I've never tried?" she asked softly after a few minutes had passed.

I had to think a moment to remember what she was talking about. I smiled into her hair and whispered, "Are you sure? If you've never done it, it will take a little time and patience, so as not to hurt you." 

She nodded and a shiver ran up her body from our point of connection. "Okay, but you're going to have to relax and let me do what has to be done. If it hurts, you let me know and we'll stop." I told her softly.

She shivered again and nodded as she said, "Okay, what do I have to do?"

I kissed her neck again and said softly, "Nothing, I'll take care of everything. First, we'll get you into a nice comfortable position and then just leave it all to me."

I kissed her neck again and moved back from her. As my manhood slipped out of her, she whimpered again and tried to follow it back with her ass. I had her roll over on her stomach and raise up onto her hands and knees. I folded a couple of pillows and placed them under her hips, before I had her lay back down on them. The pillows supported her hips and raised her ass high in the air.

I sat on my heels on the bed and took in the beautiful sight before me. I started with her tousled hair and ended up staring at her upturned ass, her sex peeking out from between her upper thighs. With a big smile, I had her spread her knees farther apart. I ran my hand over the soft, firm flesh of her upturned ass, marveling at the texture and warmth of it. 

I used both hands to caress and massage the cheeks for a few moments. My hands moved to each hip and I leaned down to kiss, nibble, and lick every square inch of her ass cheeks. She wiggled and sighed deeply.

When my tongue made a slow swipe up along the crack of her ass, she sucked in a sharp breath and shivered. I used my thumbs to part the globes of her ass. My tongue took another long lick from the entrance of her pussy to her tailbone. As the tip of my tongue bumped over the tight ring of her anus, her ass jerked and she gasped. 

Moving a little lower, I used just the tip of my tongue to lightly trace the outline of the tight ring several times. She took a deep shuddering breath and pressed her ass back, trying to make firmer contact with my tongue. I used the flat of my tongue to take a couple of slow firm licks across the opening. 

I took another long lick from her vagina to her tailbone before returning to spear the tip of my tongue against the tight opening. She jerked and then pushed back against the invading object. 

She was relaxed a little by this point and the tip of my tongue entered her enough to get past the tight ring of muscle guarding the entrance. A shudder ran up and down her body and she groaned loudly. I pressed harder once and then quickly moved my tongue in and out. Her hips jumped and then settled down to move in quick little movements against my face. 

My hand released on ass cheek and snaked under her in search of her clit. As a fingertip brushed over her swollen clit, she moaned loudly and her ass jerked sharply, pulling the tip of my tongue out of her ass. She whimpered sharply and her ass moved around as though it was hunting for my tongue. 

I moved my finger across her clit at the same speed as I licked across her asshole. She moaned again and then yelled as I stabbed my tongue back into the opening and wormed it deeper inside. Her hips were flexing and humping back against me, trying to get me in even deeper. 

Slowly the muscles relaxed and I could shove my tongue in and out of her for its full length. She would grunt and moan each time my tongue made a move either in or out. Her hips were working in harmony with me. 

When I moved away from her and released her ass, she yelled, "No!" 

When I moved up behind her and pressed my rampant manhood against her wet slippery vagina she yelled, "Yes! 

I smoothly slid into her until my hips were against her ass cheeks. She was shuddering and shivering the whole time, a deep whine coming from deep in her chest. When I held still, her ass started to rotate and hump back against me. 

She was totally out of control and hotter than hell. I drew back and slammed into her hard, my hips making a loud slapping sound on her ass. She yelled and wiggled even harder back against me. I continued to spank her ass with my hips, the strokes hard and fast but spaced out, several seconds apart, as I paused at the bottom of each one.

I slowly pulled out of her. She yelled, "No, no, please no!" as I did. 

I reached down, took a hold of my shaft, and rubbed the spongy head across her asshole. She jerked and tried to push back against me. I used my free hand to swat her ass as I said, "Keep still." 

Carol froze and then moaned as I once again rubbed the head over her asshole. When I had her lubricated somewhat with her own juices, I pressed the head firmly to the opening and held a little pressure against it. She was moaning again and then it turned into a loud yell as the head popped through the tight ring of muscles and moved an inch or so inside her. 

She froze again except for a shivering shudder that was running over her body in all directions. I held still and let her body get used to the idea of something being shoved up her ass. The shudder was getting harder and then her hips jerked and bucked as she came. 

Each time her hips moved, it moved me just slightly deeper into her and the harder she came. She was yelling incoherently one second and totally quiet the next. Her hips and ass were twitching like mad, as I slowly eased out of her. As the head of my dick came free, she moaned loudly.

I moved over next to her and laid down, her face only inches away from mine. Her eyes were tightly closed and she was gasping for air, like a fish out of water. She finally took a long deep shuddering breath and let it out in short little puffs. After a couple more breaths this way, she settled down to fast breaths as though she had run three miles. 

Slowly her breathing got back close to normal and her eyes fluttered open. It took her a few moments to focus on my face and then when she did, she grinned broadly.

"How are you doing?" I asked softly.

She took a deep breath and replied, "Fine." After a few seconds of silence, she continued, "I think I nearly blew a fuse. I've never felt anything so intense in my life. I didn't think I was ever going to stop coming."

I grinned and said, "I think you were still coming even after I pulled out of you."

"I felt you pulling out of me and I didn't want you to. I tried to tell you not to but my mouth would not work. I couldn't get my brain to connect with it." 

She took another deep breath and yawned. "My brain seemed to be too wrapped up in my orgasm to care about anything else. I know I was feeling things from parts of my body that I had never felt so intensely."

I smiled and leaned over to kiss her on the forehead, tasting the saltiness of her sweat. I grinned and asked, "Are you ready to try it again?"

She chuckled huskily and replied, "I am, but I don't think my body is, all it wants to do is to go to sleep."

I smiled and helped her roll over onto her side with her back to me. I got the pillows and moved them up so we could lay our heads on one. I pulled the covers up over us and snuggled up against her back, spoon fashion. I kissed her on the neck and she sighed in her sleep and cuddled back against me.

I lay there a moment with her warm body against mine, the smell of her hair in my nose. I sighed and drifted off to sleep a happy man.

*****

The movement of the bed awakened me. I opened my eyes with a start, disoriented for a second. Carol was sitting on the edge of the bed. She smiled down at me and leaned over to kiss me sweetly. 

"I'm sorry," she said as she sat back up. "I didn't mean to wake you. I have to pee; you know how it is when nature calls."

I smiled and relaxed. "Yes, I know all about it. In fact, now that you mention it, you had better hurry or you'll have someone in your lap." I ended with a chuckle.

She grinned, got off the bed, and headed for the bathroom. I must have dozed back off because when I woke up again, Carol was snuggled up against me, snoring softly. I eased off the bed and made the trip to the bathroom. I noticed that it was just cracking dawn, as I glanced out the top of the bathroom window. 

I took one of the wash clothes and cleaned myself up. We had made quite a mess between the two of us. I noted that the other washcloth had also been used and I smiled. With a yawn, I headed back for the bed.

I returned to the bedroom to be greeted by a splendid sight, Carol was once again draped over the two pillows, her ass sticking high in the air. I grinned and asked, "Oh is the body now as ready and willing as the mind?"

She giggled and glanced over her shoulder. "Boy, you're quick," she said. "I even cleaned everything up, as best I could while I was in the bathroom earlier."

Still grinning, I walked over and kissed her softly on one ass cheek. "You are one beautiful woman at any time but in this position, you're every man's dream. Especially mine, since I know what you want done. It's almost every man's fantasy at one time or another."

"It is? I've only had one other person even try to touch me there and that was a long time ago. The memory of his touch and how hard it made me come at the time has been one of my most cherished memories. It's the one I usually replay when I masturbate." She chuckled and added, "Although, after tonight, I may have a new memory to take care of me for years to come." 




Leather & Lace



I had moved up onto the bed and was kissing her ass cheeks softly. "Oh yes, one mighty fine memory." She muttered to herself and sighed deeply as my tongue took a long slow lick up the crease in her fine rear end.

Using my hands, I pulled her ass cheeks apart and licked at her ass hole. She squirmed and sighed a long shuddering sigh. I lay down on the bed and licked at her sex. Her ass rose a little higher as my tongue made contact with her clit. 

She sucked in a sharp breath and whispered, "Damn, that's sensitive." 

I moved a little higher and wiggled my tongue into her tight vagina; she sighed and wiggled back against me. 

"That feels so good. I just love it when you do that to me in this position. I can't move to well and you can do anything to me that you want to and there's not much I could do." 

I ran my tongue in and out of her half a dozen times quickly and felt her get wetter. She wiggled her ass invitingly and sighed again. 

"So very good," she whispered more to herself than to me.

I tongued her sex a moment longer and then moved up to do the same to her asshole. She jerked and sucked in a sharp breath at my first thrust into her asshole. She relaxed much quicker this time and I spent a little extra time going back and forth between her pussy and her asshole. 

Her ass was flexing up and down as I did. Small shivers were running up and down her body by the time I came up on my knees and used my hand to rub the head of my dick up and down from her clit to her tailbone and back. She jerked and moaned several times as I did. 

Lining up on the hot wet opening of her sex, I slowly slid into her until my hips touched her ass. I held still, enjoying the hot velvety feel of her surrounding me. She was slowly wiggling and rotating her ass as a soft whimper sounded from her lips.

I made a couple of slow full strokes and then pulled out of her pussy and rubbed the head of my dick against her asshole. Her ass trembled and then slowly pushed back against me. I pressed forward and felt myself pop through the tight ring of muscle of her ass and slowly move deeper into her. 

She groaned and then moaned loudly until I stopped moving and held still. I held still until she moved slightly and then pushed back toward me. I pressed forward and slowly sank into her until my hips touched her ass cheeks. 

When I was tightly up against her, I leaned forward and whispered, "Guess what, you have my hard dick all the way in your sweet hot ass. How does it feel?"

A shiver ran up her body and she whimpered loudly. Her hand moved around and slowly slid across her ass to explore the point where we were joined. She groaned loudly as her hips jerked once and she grounded her ass harder back against me. 

I held still, feeling her ass clamping down on me in a tight vise-like grip. Slowly it relaxed and then clamped down again but this time it wasn't quite as tight or for as long.

When she was relaxed again, I slowly pulled out of her about half way and then pushed back in. She gasped at my first movement and then groaned deeply until I stopped again. 

I leaned forward and asked, "Oh, you like that do you?" 

She shivered and nodded her head quickly several times. "Good, because now I'm going to fuck your tight little ass until I explode deep inside you." She whimpered and wiggled her ass from side to side.

I pulled out about half way and then moved back in until my hips bumped her ass, I paused a half count and did it again. I set a nice easy pace and slowly increased the length of my strokes. Carol moaned and groaned softly as I first started, but was soon making an almost continuous wailing sound that undulated up and down. 

After a few full strokes, I sped up on the inward stroke and slapped my hips against her ass cheeks. She yelled as I did and wiggled her ass from side to side. I pounded into her ass for another two dozen strokes as I felt my own orgasm rising. 

She was now ramming her ass back against me on every stroke and yelling continuously. When my climax erupted and I sprayed her insides with hot cum, she yelled even louder and rammed back to grind her ass against me, as her muscles clamped down on me. Her grip on me was almost painful in its strength as she came and came hard. All I could do was hold still and enjoy it.

Her orgasm went on and on. Slowly over a period of minutes, she quieted down to a soft moaning and her grip slowly relaxed on me. I leaned forward to kiss her on the back of the neck. As I did, I must have moved slightly inside her, because she clamped down again and moaned a little louder. I stayed where I was and continued to kiss her neck until she relaxed inside again. 

Slowly, I rolled us over onto our sides, keeping my manhood buried deep in her ass. Her asshole grabbed at me again several times, accompanied by a louder moan, as I did this. Once we were in place, she pushed back against me and wiggled her hips slowly. I reached across her and got one of the pillows for our heads.

I held her tight this way for several minutes, her moaning was now down to a soft whimper, and her hips were just barely moving. By the time, our breathing was back to normal, and she was quiet and still, I figured she was asleep. 

I had just about dozed off, when I heard her whisper, "That was even more incredible that I thought it would be."

I nodded my head against her hair and whispered back, "Wasn't it though."

She took a deep breath and sighed deeply. She was quiet for another moment and then she whispered, "You know I have to leave tomorrow and I probably won't ever see you again."

I nodded again, knowing that she had to go back to wherever it was that she came from. "I know," I whispered.

She sighed again and said, "I wish it could be different, but it can't." 

We were quiet for a long time, each with our own thoughts before she added, "If things ever change, I'll be back, so if you see me walk into that club again, you'll know I'm yours."

I hugged her tightly to me as we fell asleep.

*****

I woke up around ten that morning and she was gone. There was no note but then again, I didn't really expect for there to be one. I should have been sad but I wasn't, I had, had my night with an angel, and I couldn't ask for more. I'd just go on with life as before. 

I can tell you one thing though, I don't miss any nights at that bar, when I'm not working. Hope is a good thing and it's even harder to kill. Who knows, she just might walk back in that door again one day.